Wake up straight
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Called out by the sun
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On the first day of April
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Out of bed
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Lord, it was a plane crash
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But I¡¯m sure that I was dreaming
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TV on,
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Of course caffeine and signs
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Of submission again
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Another day
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On this little island
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Just a bell hangs on
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Porridge done
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I take my kid to school
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It was the pound shop, Woolworth¡¯s
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Under bridge
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Where the subway sees the daytime
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And the West Way flies by
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Then on my bike
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Down the Ladbroke Grove
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To the forthcoming dramas
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The studio
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And a love of all sweet music
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We just can¡¯t let go
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Let go¡¦ let go.. let go¡¦ let go.. llet go
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So meditate
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On what we¡¯ve all become
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On a cold day in springtime
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Civil War
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Is what we all were born into
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Raise your left hand, right, sing
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Don¡¯t capitulate
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To the forces of the market place
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They¡¯re long departed
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Consolidate
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The love we¡¯ve had together
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On a cold day in springtime
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Fool's day
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