This all started the way things do
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With a laugh and a cup of tea around the fire
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As we sheltered from those wicked winds in front of that old TV
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And we traded ideas as we watched each other with those ambitious bright eyes
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Those eyes that saw every detail of the world so clear
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And we bided our time impatiently until the hunger really burned
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And the softest sweetest kisses were lost amidst the thunder in our hearts
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We watched the people round us getting up, getting on, getting old
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But the game we were going to play so well - we'd get to stay young forever
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To begin with they just smiled and stepped around our little fire
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But remember how pretty soon that all began to change
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But now bitter in this great city all the little children should go home
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Because the big men want to make deals
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When they find you've got something they want
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The party's gone, the party's done, the party's over children
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You'd better go home
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Funny how they all come running if you let your pockets jangle a little
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And there's that strange queasy feeling
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Every time someone holds a door open for you
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Such sweetness, such kindness - while they manoeuvre you into position
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And we all know how hard it is to bite the hand that feeds you
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Remember all those old films we used to watch every Friday night on TV
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However fast you run, however slow the Mummy walks
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It always catches you in the end
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The party's gone, the party's done, the party's over children
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You'd better go home
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This ain't no place anymore for little girls or little boys
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Not unless you want them to spoon-feed you all your life
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The party's gone, the party's done, the party's over children
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This dream is gone, this dream is dead, this dream is over, children
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You'd better go home
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R.I.P
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New Model Army |