Intro: A D A D A
verse 1
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I've been looking for something to hang on to
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Looking underneath the sunset of red, orange and blue
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As the skies turn black and the winds gently cool
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I see nothing in the distance 'cept the burning of fuel
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Which rolls out of the wires and then into our brains
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Fills our children's minds with regret and with shame
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Till they're dreaming of things which they can't understand
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And they're standing in nightclubs with knives in their hands
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So parliament's hung, I say hang them in chains
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Try them for murder and capital gains and
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Don't let them down 'til their eyes fill with tears
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And the sound of the markets crashing
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verse 2
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But I don't really care see I don't really mind
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Cuz there's nothing but hounds in the election line
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As for the edges of these oceans so deep
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I say open the gates this land is not ours to keep
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Because borders they are nothing except a fence around a hole
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Where the thieves keep all of the jewels that they stole
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And the walls of Westminster they are painted with blood
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And they shine with the souls of the slaves that we rob
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And the businessman's empire now lies cold in the mud
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And he can't ask for forgiveness because he doesn't have a god,
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Except the money in his pockets and his first true love
F#m G#m A
And the sound of the markets crashing
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verse 3
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Well I'm heading for the hills, I'm selling my TV
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Because I'm tired of being told to buy things I don't need
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And I know they will accuse me of apathy
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But my feet were made for walking
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And I'm not coming back until they see what we are
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Just a lost little species who stares at the stars
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No I'm not coming back until there's nothing at all,
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Except the sound of the markets crashing
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Except the sound of the empire crashing
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Except the sweet sound of the markets crashing