| Found a hand in the sand
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| Where they covered up the remnants
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| Not enough to show the Joneses
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| But should look good on our wall
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| Not too clean, nicotine
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| Really never saw a nail file;
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| Still two others tried to claim it
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| But I just swept past them all
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| And the rain beats down on the amphitheatre
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| Hear them sing, feel them swing:
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| Aren’t you trembling with excitement?
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| Can’t stop my pulse from racing
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| When I’m faced with scenes like this
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| Caesar lives, the Empire lives
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| Must be twenty fires burning
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| If the guard would loose the lions
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| I would surely die in bliss
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| And the rain beats down on the amphitheatre
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| Do you like my cross, as it sparkles in the white light?
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| Cut in solid silver, swinging round my neck
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| Thousands died on them, millions died for one
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| Impressive as …
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| But we can’t sling a stake around your neck
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| No, you can’t sling a stake around your neck
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| Standing here, sipping beer:
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| Aren’t we being rather tasteless?
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| I’m ravenous with hunger
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| Can’t we simply sneak back home?
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| Harmless fools, gaping ghouls
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| And they’ve never seen a car crash
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| It’s raining and it’s raining
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| Not a freak’s night out in Rome
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| And the rain beats down on the amphitheatre
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| Gazing down at the ground
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| Where the flies move around my carcass
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| Said you had to be a martyr
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| To raise interest from a crowd
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| But I can fly, I can fly
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| If I could just see their faces
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| As I glide between the planets
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| Playing I-Spy from a cloud
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| And the rain beats down on the amphitheatre |