God would weep
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if he existed
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and he saw what man can do to man
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He'd think that we were twisted
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His unblinking eye would blink and then
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He'd say not in my name you don't
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you stupid little men
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With your arrogance and ignorance
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you do it time and time again
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I must be getting old
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There's a fire and a fury
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driven deep into my soul
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It's the helplessness that comes
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from being under your control
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And everything is broken
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We got the High Street full of holes
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The High Street's full of holes
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High Street's full of holes
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Five million cameras stare at us
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They treat us like we're fools
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Our privacy is meaningless
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We're suffocating by ten thousand rules
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This Kingdom's not united
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Just a complicated mess
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Are we in Europe
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Half in Europe
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Not in Europe
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We're soulless, spineless, directionless
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I must be getting old
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There's a fire and a fury
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driven deep into my soul
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It's the helplessness that comes
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from being under your control
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And everything is broken
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Stylophone!
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And everything is broken
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Why send our young men out to die
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in wars that we don't understand
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Why on earth should we be meddling
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in places like Afghanistan
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The price is much too high
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in terms of money or our precious men
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Your reasons are mysterious
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and quite beyond ken
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I must be getting old
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There's a fire and a fury
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driven deep into my soul
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It's the helplessness that comes
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You even sold our gold
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And everything is broken
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The Unblinking Eye
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Roger Taylor |