I remember at school there was always some fool
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teaching us about the past
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Pictures of kids, starving, eating out of bins
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Man we all had to laugh
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It’s hard to believe we were told with relief
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It couldn’t happen now of course
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It’s easy to expound with your head in the ground
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I’ve since learnt that and more
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What is there to do I’m allright so are you
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but outside there are TB streets
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You can cry a lot say ‘Oh! my God!’
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but as an action it is incomplete
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put money in the hands of those who understand
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Give shelter of the roofless heads
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It’s hard to deny when you open your eyes
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and listen to yourself instead
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And you’ll think you’ve gone crazy
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but you hope it will pass
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It’s a sickening feeling maybe it won’t last
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It shouldn’t be happening at this point in time
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With these houses standing empty
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Shelter
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| The Boo Radleys |
