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When the sun beats down on the cold cold ground |
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in the city that has no name |
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Where the clouds are black, and the cards are stacked |
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and everybody knows the game |
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Where the ice can snow, and the cold winds blow |
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the clouds come back for more |
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And then the sun pokes through, the sky turns blue |
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remember what we came here for |
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Sing! |
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When the sun beats down on the cold cold ground |
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in the city that has no soul |
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Back when the world was round, and she made a sound |
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that suddenly took control |
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And now your blue suede shoes haven't payed their dues |
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hoping better sense would prevail |
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You try to turn the tide, try to look inside |
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Your looking for the holy grail |
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Sing! |
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Remind me what we're here for |
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So that's what it's come to this war |
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When your heart beats down on the cold cold ground |
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in the city that feels no pain |
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The only place to hide from the world outside |
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is buried inside your brain |
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And you can pick or choose, you can win or lose |
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everybody knows the score |
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And when your loves embrace leaves a bitter taste |
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keep coming back for more |
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Sing! |
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Remind me what we're here for |
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So that's what it's come to this war |
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Remind me what we're here for |
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So that's what it's come to this war |
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This war |
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This war |
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This war |
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This war |
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This war |
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This war |
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When the sun beats down on the cold cold ground |
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When the sun beats down on the cold cold ground |
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Sing! |
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Remind me what we're here for |
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So that's what it's come to this war |
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Remind me what we're here for |
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So that's what it's come to this war |
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This war |
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This war |
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This war |
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When the sun beats down on the cold cold ground |
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When the sun beats down on the cold cold ground |
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Sing! |
