There's nothing new
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In this sad story
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The slaughter of innocence
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Without glory
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At the foot of your hill
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Without warning
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The centre of operations
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They attack in the morning
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Now you can lie
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Like a lame before them
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You can dance in the dawn
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You can even ignore them
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But with your skin on file
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There's no escape
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P.C. Keen's got the snap shots
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And he knows your face
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And the press will declare
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That you're all mad and insane
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And you'll be accused
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Of not playing the game
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You'll stand in the court
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And declare your bravery
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For fighting all this
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That brings us all slavery
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But they won't even see you
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hey won't even hear you
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Because you are the truth
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So nothing can save you
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And the southern intelligence unit will say:
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'Thanks to you P.C. Keen
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You've saved the day'
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P.C. Keen
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| The Levellers |
