| The great British mistake was looking for a way out
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| Was getting complacent, not noticing
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| The pulse was racing
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| The mistake was fighting
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| The change, was staying the same
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| It couldn’t adapt so it couldn’t survive
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| Something had to give
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| The people take a downhill slide into the gloom
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| Into the darn recesses of their minds
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| I swoop over your city like a bird
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| I climb the high branches and observe
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| Into the mouth, into the soul
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| I cast a shadow that swallows you whole
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| I swoop, I climb, I cling, I suck
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| I swallow you whole
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| String out the drip-feed, they’re losing their world
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| They’re losing their hard boys and magazine girls
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| Advert illegal, T.V. as outlaw, motive as spell
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| They’ll see the books burn. |
| They’ll be 451
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| It’s people against things and not against each other
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| Out of the pre-pack, into the fear, into themselves
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| They’re the great British mistake
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| The genie’s out of the bottle, call in the magician
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| They didn’t mean to free him, devil behind them
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| Devil in the mirror, chained to their right hands
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| They’re the great British mistake
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| They’ll have to come to terms now, they’ll take it out somehow
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| They’ll blame it all on something
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| The British mistake — when will it be over?
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| How can they avoid it?
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| The great British mistake
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| The great British mistake
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| The great British mistake |