And did those feet in ancient times
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Walk upon mountains green?
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And was the holy Lamb of God
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On England’s pleasant pastures seen?
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Jerusalem, Jerusalem
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Jerusalem, Jerusalem
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And did the countenance divine
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Shine forth on clouded hills?
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And was Jerusalem
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In the dark satanic mills?
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Jerusalem, Jerusalem
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Jerusalem, Jerusalem
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It was the fault of the government
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It was the fault of the government
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I was walking down the streets
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When I tripped up on a discarded banana skin
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And on my way down, I caught the side of my head
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On a protruding brick chip
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It was the government’s fault
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It was the fault of the government
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I was very let down from the budget
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I was expecting a one million quid handout
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I was very disappointed
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It was the government’s fault
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It was the fault of the government
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I became a semi-autistic type person
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And I didn’t have a pen, and I didn’t have a condom
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It was the fault of the government
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I think I’ll emigrate to Sweden or Poland
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And get looked after properly by a government
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Bring me a bowl of burning gold, bring arrows of desire
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Bring me spear, O clouds unfold
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And though I rest from mental fight
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And though sword sleeps in hand
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I will not rest 'til Jerusalem
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Is built in England green and pleasant land
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It was the fault of the government
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It was the fault of the government
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Jerusalem, Jerusalem
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Jerusalem, Jerusalem
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It was the fault of the government
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It was the fault of the government
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Jerusalem, Jerusalem
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It was the fault of the government
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It was the fault of the government
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Jerusalem, Jerusalem
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Of government
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It was the fault of the government
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Jerusalem, Jerusalem
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Jerusalem, Jerusalem
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It was the fault of the government
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It was the fault of the government
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Jerusalem, Jerusalem
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Jerusalem, Jerusalem
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It was the fault of government
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It was the fault of government
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Jerusalem |