Upon the heath we sit
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Trying to make some sense of it
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These mushrooms help a bit
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Help us think
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How we ought to think
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There's nothing in our way
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And no ones dyeing here
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There's nothing in our way
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We've nothing left to fear
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Thers nothing in our way
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And no ones dyeing here
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Down into town we stroll
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I suggest no more rock and rooll
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Canary wharf our chrstimas tree
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Sucking up electricity
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There's nothing in our way
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No ones dyeing here
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Nothing in our way
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Nothing left to fear
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Nothing in our way
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No ones dyeing here
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Not that I can see
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Nothing in our way
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No ones dyeing here
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Nothing in our way
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Nothine left to fear
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Oh nothing in our way
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No ones dyeing here
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I see battenburg houses
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Night club sky
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I hear nursery rhymes
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Fill my eyes write these lines
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[Repeat]
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Down into town we stroll
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Down into town we stroll
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Upon the heath we sit
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Upon the heath we sit
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Down into town we stroll
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I insint no more rock and roll
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No more rock and roll
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No more rock and roll
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No more rock and roll
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No more rock and roll
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Upon The Heath
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Mr Hudson |