Now it sees that night is day My uneasy focus has slipped away Drunk from the poison cup Brings sheer relief to me Head full of the news Twenty-first century
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Bring along your old banjo I want to hear you play Gonna play an old sad song To blow away the day One that trips off the tongue I wanna hear what you say Everybody sing along Now everybody pray
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Because the fast time that we had It wasn't what we wanted
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Changing weather blows away But the slaughter and the showbiz These are here to stay
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Not what we wanted
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| The Levellers |
