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Safety in numbers together |
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Nobody can tell us if we're thick or if we're clever |
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See him, victim, shouting |
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Telling all the people that we're meeting in a field |
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Safety in numbers together |
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Nobody can tell us if we're thick or if we're clever |
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See him, victim, shouting |
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Telling all the people that we're meeting in a field |
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And we are foolishly drawn |
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We'll meet, we'll talk, we'll rush |
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The gods of not very much |
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We'll meet, we'll talk, we'll rush |
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The gods of not very much |
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A strange dude in brown shoes with holes through |
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Stands at Speaker's Corner with a memo tape recorder |
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Nightfall, the crowd come, his bible |
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Opened at a page that says he made us all the same |
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How funny, ironic, the crowd they |
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They agree to differ as they're wearing the same T-shirt |
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Fit in, convention, nothing |
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You're just talking rubbish and you know that you're not |
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Playing with us |
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'Cos we're the gods of not very much |
