England is mine
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But I don't want it.
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England is mine, it's mine
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But you can have it
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'Cause honey, you can't have the 60s
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Without the Vietnam War
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And honey you can't have a Rose
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Without the thorn
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And when you're dancing
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To the old tunes
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At the nineteen-nineties disco
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And you turn to
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All your old friends
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And you wonder: where'd all this go?
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Yeah
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You were young
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You were healthy
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You were jobless, but your dad was wealthy
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So you swayed and you swerved
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Through the things you deserved
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It was oh so clear
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You were young
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But you're ageing
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And the end is like a shadow there, waiting
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Cause you know Fun is for the feeble-minded
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Whom no treatise can justify.
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Clever is as clever does
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And clever doesn't try to hide it
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With integrity in facsimile
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Misogyny inside it, honey,
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You can't have the seventies
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Without the born
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And honey you can't have the Darkness
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Without the dawn
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When you're talking
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Through the old tunes
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At the postmodernist disco
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And you turn from all your old friends
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And you can't see where'll this go
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Yeah
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You were young
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You were healthy
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You were jobless, but your dad was wealthy
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So you swayed and you swerved
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Through the things you deserved
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It was oh so clear
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You were young
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But you're ageing
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And the end is like a shadow there, waiting
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Cause you know Fun is for the feeble-minded
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Whom no treatise can justify.
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Cause honey,
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You can't have the eighties
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Without the Berlin Wall
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And honey
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You can't have the fifties
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Without the atom bomb
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And honey
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You can't have the old days
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Without the diseased poor
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And honey
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You can't have the moment
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'Cause the moment isn't yours.
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Fun Is For The Feeble-Minded
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The Indelicates |