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Were we the Kinnock factor Am I talking private sector Do I think I'm Shaun William Ryder Or my former friend whose now undercover He's gone and I'm no deserter Perhaps I'm hard all the same Today a poet who can't play guitar Tomorrow Steve Ovett has injured his calf Next year the world's greatest politician Yesterday the boy who once had a mission I don't want to be A prologue to history A prologue to histor... So I water my plants with Evian A brand new Dyson that is decadent Read my papers and the business section Checkout the tessas and the pensions Call my friends and they're alright So I pray for the safety of the night Today a poet who can't play guitar Tomorrow Steve Ovett has injured his calf Next year the world's greatest politician Yesterday the boy who once had a mission I don't want to be A prologue to history A prologue to histor... Remember ethnic cleansing in the highlands No one says a thing in the middle of En-ger-land I'm bruised fruit but still taste so nice But if you look at me you better look twice I'm talking rubbish to cover up the cracks An empty vessel who can't make contact Today a poet who can't play guitar Tomorrow Phil Bennett's playing outside half Next year the world's greatest politician Yesterday the boy who once had a mission I don't want to be A prologue to history A prologue to history A prologue to history A prologue Get This Ringtone

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