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We're building a shelter |
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On the edge of mount Verona |
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It's a corrugated palace |
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With a tree-lined avenue |
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If you're frightened of the future |
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And you're watching o'er your shoulder |
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If you're getting kind of anxious and nervous |
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Come and stay here 'til it's through |
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This ain't no ark of Noah |
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No mockery of history |
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A taxi ride to nowhere |
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Just a drifting boat at sea |
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This ain't no ark of Noah |
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No mockery of history |
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A taxi ride to nowhere |
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Just a drifting boat at sea |
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My sister is working |
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For every day pleasure |
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The car in the driveway gleaming |
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The kids watching MTV |
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She was born to the Parish |
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Says there's no way of leaving |
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Says her rainbow is slowly fading, fading |
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This ain't no ark of Noah |
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No mockery of history |
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A taxi ride to nowhere |
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Just a drifting boat at sea |
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Just drifting and biding time |
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Drifting, it's no crime |
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Drifting, flying by |
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Drifting |
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We're building a shelter |
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On the edge of mount Verona |
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It's a corrugated palace and refuge |
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With a tree-lined avenue |
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This ain't no ark of Noah |
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No mockery of history |
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A taxi ride to nowhere |
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Just a drifting boat at sea |
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Just drifting... |
