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Oh ! Take me back to dear old Blighty,
Put me on the train for London Town,
Take me anywhere,
Drop me anywhere,
Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham
No more going to the dark side
With your flying saucer eyes
No more falling down a wormhole
That I have to pull you out
The wriggling, twiggling worm inside
I want to slide down the carpeted stairs
Or down the bannister
I got a new kaleidoscope
And I got a stack of records
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?