| All the stories have been told
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| Of kings and days of old,
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| But theres no england now.
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| All the wars that were won and lost
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| Somehow dont seem to matter very much anymore.
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| All the lies we were told,
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| All the lies of the people running round,
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| Theyre castles have burned.
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| Now I see change,
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| But inside were the same as we ever were.
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| Living on a thin line,
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| Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
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| Living on a thin line,
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| Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
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| Living on a thin line,
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| Living this way, each day is a dream.
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| What am i, what are we supposed to do?
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| Living on a thin line,
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| Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
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| Now another century nearly gone,
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| What are we gonna leave for the young?
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| What we couldnt do, what we wouldnt do,
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| Its a crime, but does it matter?
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| Does it matter much, does it matter much to you?
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| Does it ever really matter?
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| Yes, it really, really matters.
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| Living on a thin line,
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| Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
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| Living on a thin line,
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| Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
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| Now another leader says
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| Break their hearts and break some heads.
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| Is there nothing we can say or do?
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| Blame the future on the past,
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| Always lost in blood and guts.
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| And when theyre gone, its me and you.
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| Living on a thin line,
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| Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
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| Living on a thin line,
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| Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
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| Living on a thin line. |