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Genocidal tendencies are silly to extreme |
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After all you're still quite small |
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You don't know where you've been |
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You was only swearing yesterday |
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Oh you want to win the world away |
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But now you got nothing to say |
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Boy you're getting out of hand |
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You've got to make a stand |
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So put the coke away |
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Boy you got the do the show |
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Got to let the people know |
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You got the strength to stay |
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I can see you run, I can see you hide |
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Oh your heart is aching |
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Lost in a dream of what might have been |
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You're the guide, you're the number one |
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And your knees are shakin' |
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Stand and deliver in an endless dream |
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Schizophrenic, photogenic, aggravates me so |
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Only yes men have a guess man |
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Watch the spirit go |
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Batman zips the monster as he bleeds |
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And gets up on the buzz he needs |
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And a kid on the street just reads |
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And reads and reads and reads |
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And reads and reads and reads |
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Boy it's them hard case city blues |
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Cagney is the news |
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Does the giant ring a bell? |
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Boy it's the Hudson east river cruise |
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It's the Empire State buffoons |
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Oh you know the story well |
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Do you have to run, do you have to hide? |
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There's a new tomorrow |
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Yes, you're a mess but you're more than less |
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When this battles won you can look inside |
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Oh you did not borrow |
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Yes you're the best but you still can't rest |
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You know, you know the carnival is closed |
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Your street's alive with ghosts |
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But a friend says, "Don't look back" |
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Don't look back, don't look 'round |
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Your vision is your fate |
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Through long electric nights |
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When a woman helps you write |
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Cheer up mate put the dramas in the past |
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See you did not have to fast |
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Euphemism lasts and lasts and lasts |
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And lasts and lasts and lasts |
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And lasts and lasts |
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Boy if you've got an axe to grind |
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Be thankful for this time |
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For it gives you what you need |
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Boy you've got an eighty eight to play |
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It'll tell you what to say |
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It'll tell you when to breathe |
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Boy take a turnpike heading west |
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Turn the people on to beau geste |
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'Cause that's what you did the best |
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Boy play the pipes till they're old and worn |
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Sing the words till they fall forlorn |
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Like the pieces of a jigsaw jet |
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Boy shoot a rocket clean out of your brain |
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No these people ain't the same |
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You can hear another call |
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Boy the other book [Incomprehensible] know |
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They don't show us how to grow |
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They only show us how to win |
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And boy the secret's in the bicycle shed |
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Ain't no answers now they're dead |
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To seek is a mortal sin |
