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Living the dreams of one hundred thousandSeeing that life's not just pieces of paperI was sitting in a carriage with some tight lipped EnglishmanSaying how good life must have been before the unionsYou could get your own wayAnd there were profits to be madeDreaming of Empire DaysAnd the man on the telly's telling me everything's fineAnd how we're all so much better off than beforeThey're still telling you to smileWhile they sit and count the numbersDreaming of empire daysLiving the dreams of one hundred thousandSeeing that life's not just pieces of paper From Letras Mania