There isn't much to gain
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By living all the same way
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The years just slip away
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But it's too late then to play
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If you live from day to day
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You can play the game your own way
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There's a million things to say
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In a million places
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For her it stays the same
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Though a million towers have tumbled
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And you can hear her pain
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Voiced in a distant rumble
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And when it starts to rain
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All your monoliths will crumble
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It's always been the same
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Don't you feel a little bit humble?
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She came up to me, she said:
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'Wanna know a mistery?
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There's a whole wide world for you to see
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You're just a player in the game'
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Well I've nothing left to say
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Except take the time to ramble
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In a million different ways
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There's a million paths to travel
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And when there's something in the way
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Take your time please remember
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There's hope yet in the rain
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And a voice in distant thunder
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The Player
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| The Levellers |
