It¡¯s not the same, as it was, the last time I was here, there were hedges
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and cars.
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There were people in their homes saying prayers.
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And through the fog, late at night, we would walk and we¡¯d sing and give
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the kids a real fright. And go back home really late and steal some gin.
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We¡¯re second rate, our odds aren¡¯t great, with no fortunes and no shares
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and no ring to our names.
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But our words have been sharpened and we¡¯re out for blood.
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And our hearts have been misplaced in a secret location.
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And we¡¯ll leave them there for a while as we try to save this sweet, loving
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nation
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Softly tear its heart, softly tear its heart, softly tear its heart.
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Our Hearts Have Been Misplaced In A Secret Location
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