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And the days come when we no longer feel |
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There'll be war in our cities |
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And riots at the mall |
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There'll be blood on our doorsteps |
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And panics at the ball |
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All our cities gonna burn |
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All our bridges gonna crack |
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All our pennies gonna rot |
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There'll be mud across our tracks |
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All our children gonna die |
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All our children gonna die |
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All our children gonna die |
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All our children gonna die |
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Then the west will rise again |
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The west will rise again |
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So good night vain children |
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Tonight is yours |
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The lights are yours |
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If you'd just ask for more |
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Than poverty and war |
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If you'd just ask for more |
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What we loved was not enough |
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What we loved was not enough |
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What we loved was not enough |
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What we loved was not enough |
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But kiss it quick and rise again |
