I've heard about a great big swindle
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I read about it in a book
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The book flew out the window
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Was later found by thieves and crooks
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And now
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they're singing hallelujah
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I'm wondering just what did they find
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They say "what's it to ya?"
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Just take a place in line
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And wait
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So I wait
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I wait
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And wait
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And I...
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I’m one of a few survivors
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In a drawer labeled "lost and found"
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Moon travelers and deep sea divers
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Whose oxygen supply ran out
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Now maybe if their gods be willing
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They'll give us something, fill our empty cups
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Sit down in the boat, don’t spill it
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Or we'll just have to line back up
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And wait
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So we wait
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We wait
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Yes we wait
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And we wait
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And we wait
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We will wait
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'Til we...
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You can hear it in the beat they march to
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And you can feel the earth shake when they start to dance
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You can tell by the way they move you
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It's not murder, it's an act of faith, baby
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And as the world moves faster
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Whiplashing us round and round
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It's quite a slow disaster
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But people keep on falling down
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As they wait
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We wait
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And we wait
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We wait
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Hallelujah!
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Godspell
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| The Cardigans |
