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Written by tommy shaw |
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Lead vocals by tommy shaw |
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I'm tired of your psychology |
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To bring me to my bended knees |
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And if i could only talk to you |
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I'm sure that i could make you see |
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'cause time has a way |
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Of bringing even mountains down, down, down |
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Storm clouds are coming |
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I suggest you head for higher ground |
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I say you're a thing of the past |
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And you ain't gonna last |
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No matter what you say or do |
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It's all caught up to you |
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You're duty-free, you're tax-exempt |
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You party with the president |
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And you dance the dance so naturally |
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Why not believe you're heaven-sent |
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But time has a way of bringing |
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Even mountains down, down, down |
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There's a storm cloud a-comin' |
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I insist you head for higher ground |
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You talk talk and you get so intense |
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That you almost make sense |
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And that's what scares me the most |
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You as the host of celebrity lies |
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It's prime time, baby |
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Can't you see in my eyes, it's a |
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Cold war-runnin' in the streets |
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Everybody you meet knows |
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It's going down, don't you know |
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Cold war-blowing in the air |
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Everyone everywhere says it's time |
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To get ready for a cold war |
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Don't you look now |
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But the skinny boy's becoming a man |
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You say it's the luck of the draw |
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And you can't have it all |
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And i'll die young trying to make it |
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Into something that ain't gonna last |
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You ought to reconsider |
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'cause i'm coming fast with a |
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Cold war-running in the streets |
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Everybody you meet |
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Know's it's going down, don't you know |
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Cold war-blood is in the air |
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Everyone everywhere says it's time |
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To get ready for a cold war-looking at me |
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From behind every tree |
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There's a scared man running from a |
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Cold war-don't you look now |
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But the skinny boy's a streetfighting man |
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[extra verses sung in concert during the kilroy tour:] |
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Try as you will, you can't escape the chill |
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That penetrates your clothing, |
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Demanding that you feel |
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All the trouble that surrounds you, |
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The bad mixed with the good, |
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The heartless bits of data waiting to be understood |
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Information central promptly processed your request, |
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The task we're told honestly requires you acquiesce. |
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Well, blind faith put you where you are now |
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You're a selfish old cow gettin' high on society's milk. |
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We pay your bills, life should be so tough. |
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You'd better watch your fat ass, 'cause we've had enough! |