William Francis, noble lord
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His fortune built on sweat and sword
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Built an empire tall as a hill
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But he don't have fun and he never will
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My, my
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Sees the world so far below
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And though he tries, he'll never know
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Friends to greet the breaking of day
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And love to pass the night away
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My, my
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William Francis high and dry
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With his paradise denied
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My, my
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William Francis, lost, alone
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A thousand ifs and a heart of stone
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He measures his life in gain and cost
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But he'll never add up the world he lost
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My, my
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William Francis high and dry
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With his paradise denied
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My, my
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William Francis, master of all
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But none to catch him when he falls
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He works us long and he works us hard
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But we'll dance all the way to the knacker's yard
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My, my
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William Francis high and dry
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With his paradise denied
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My, my
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William Francis
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| Chumbawamba |
