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Verse 1
Sparkling
Like champagne
On a Saturday afternoon
Wandering
Through the lemon grass
On the commons of Wimbledon
And Coldstream boys
In their funny hats
Are still fuming
Smoking
Cigarettes
Suffering from Wanker’s Doom
Verse 2
Chuckling
Like comedians
From iPhone photographs
Siblings
Chew the fat on the bacon
Having a laugh
Troubling
Good conscience
When you lie to me
Whispering
The knowledge
Like you are in some kind of trance
Ramp
In solitude
And silence
Looking for relief
From a war-torn girl
That beggar’s belief
Suffering from
Violence
Instead of
Playing violins
For the crowds
At the Albert
In the Saturday
Matinee
Chorus
What’s it to you
What difference does it make
I get so confused
With all this reckless hate
What’s it to you
What difference does it make
What if I am love
With someone you don’t like
What’s it to you
M8
Nothing is perfect
Except
All the lines and the creases
She makes with an iron
On the shirt
That he wears
To the home
Of the soldiers
Who fought and they died
For the right to escape
From the monsters of Moscow
On any given night
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