They say this fair city has ten thousand souls
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Some live in mansions
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And some live in holes
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Some eat from silver
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And some eat from gold
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Some sift through garbage
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And sleep in the cold
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I saw a great highway that stretched to the stars
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I saw a deep river all choked up with cars
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A babe in a cradle and a cat with the cream
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An old English church yard and an old English dream
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Once we had a country
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And thought it so fair
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If you look through the mirror
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You can still find it there
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But now our great country
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Is broken and torn
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And all of its promise
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And liberties worn
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I saw a great highway that stretched to the stars
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I saw a deep river all choked up with cars
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A babe in a cradle and a cat with the cream
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An old English church yard and an old English dream
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I saw a great plain in winter
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All covered in snow
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Ten thousand soldiers
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That marched to and fro
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I saw a broken down building
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With ten thousand doors
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But none of them open
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And none of them yours
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I saw a great highway that stretched to the stars
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I saw a deep river all choked up with cars
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A babe in a cradle and a cat with the cream
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An old English church yard and an old English dream
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An Old English Dream
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| Procol Harum |
