God created the world,
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Then created the Devil to blame for his mistakes
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I closed the door of my hotel room behind me,
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It was like closing a chapter in the book of life.
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Outside thirty floors below I could hear the police
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Using their sirens like wolf whistles to pick up young girls.
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On TV Oliver North (his fifteen minutes of fame ticking steadily away)
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Was being fuzzy about crucial events which had happened a year earlier
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What a flake...but then who isn't?
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That was Regan's defence at least.
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The worst thing is how politics begin to lead into your life.
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Back in our innocence we used to simply stick two fingers up to
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politics,
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Say "fuck the Queen", that was about all you had to say anyway,
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And go back to the more important business of making music.
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So why was I sitting there feeling angry about -
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Covert operations and illegal aid to the contras?
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I mean I'm not even American (may be we all are a little bit).
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Then I realised it was just the idea that in this particular democracy
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And probably every other one in the world, there is somebody in power
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Who thinks he is more right than all the people who put him there,
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All the people who for once in their lives took an interest.
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Outside the wind was howling the "Who Who's" from Sympathy for the Devil
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Round and round the concrete hotel walls and corners.
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That was then, this is...!
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God
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| Duran Duran |
