| How are things in your little world?
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| I hope they’re going well, and you are too
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| Do you still see the same old crowd?
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| The ones who used to meet every Friday
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| I’m really sorry that I can’t be there
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| But work comes first, I’m sure you’ll understand
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| Things are really taking off for me
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| Business is thriving, and I’m showing a profit
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| And in any case it wouldn’t be the same
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| 'Cause we’ve all grown up, and we’ve got our lives
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| And the values that we had once upon a time
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| Seem stupid now, 'cause the rent must be paid
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| And some bonds severed, and others made
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| Now I don’t want you to get me wrong
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| Ideals are fine when you are young
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| And I must admit we had a laugh
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| But that’s all it was and ever will be
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| 'Cause the burning sky keeps burning bright
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| And as long as it does (and it always will)
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| There’s no time for dreams when commerce calls
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| And the taxman’s shouting, 'cause he wants his dough
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| And the wheels of finance won’t begin to slow
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| And it’s only us realists who are gonna come through
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| 'Cause there’s only one power higher than that of truth
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| And that’s the burning sky
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| Oh and by the way I must tell you
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| Before I sign off, that I’ve got a meeting next week
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| With the head of a big corporate
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| I can’t disclose who, but I’m sure you’ll know it
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| And the burning sky keeps burning bright
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| And it won’t turn off till it’s had enough
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| It’s the greedy bastard who won’t give up
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| And you’re just a dreamer if you don’t realize
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| And the sooner you do will be the better for you
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| Then we’ll all be happy, and we’ll all be wise
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| And all bow down to the burning sky
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| Then we’ll all be happy, and we’ll all be wise
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| And together we will live beneath the burning sky |