It's what you think, it's what it's like,
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so many pieces remain tonight,
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you've had it all and now you can't
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get up.
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It's just the way the story goes,
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the glass is cut and none of those
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who've licked your boots
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will help you now.
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Get up.
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She's run over the fields of glory,
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sha lah lah,
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cold rain is slapping
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across her face,
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sha lah lah.
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She's run over the fields of glory,
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sha lah lah.
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She's run away from the fields of love,
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the fields of love.
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She's run over the fields of glory,
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sha lah lah
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cold rain is slapping
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across her face,
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across her face,
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across your face.
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Glory
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Fool's Garden |