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Picturesque and in distress in . |
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SYRIA! |
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It's scarier. |
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Strong and broken it's true. |
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SYRIA! |
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I'm serious. |
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I'm looking out for - |
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Ghostly horizons etched in - |
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SYRIA! |
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It's scarier. |
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The everlasting portion of the pie-stuck-in-the-sky-and out to dry... |
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And the wheel goes on . |
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With miles and miles from my gun. |
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Turn it up-up, turn it! |
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Turn it up-up, turn it up-up, turn it! |
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Far fetched and flung . |
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With miles and miles from my gun. |
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Turn it up-up, turn it! |
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Turn it up-up, turn it up-up, turn it! |
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I got my own morale-a-mill. |
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From Syria. |
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Hysteria. |
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Oh, you ate the seed before the meal! |
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Stare, Slam, how dare they |
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YOU ate the words write out of my mouth! (Huh) |
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SYRIA. |
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The ever lasting portion of the pie-stuck-in-the-sky-hung out to dry. |
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And the wheel goes on . |
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With miles and miles from my gun. |
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Turn it up-up, turn it! |
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Turn it up-up, turn it up-up, turn it! |
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Star-struck and slung . |
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With miles and miles from my gun. |
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Turn it up-up, turn it! |
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Turn it up-up, turn it up-up, turn it! |
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Bright-with-the-frighten-eyeline, |
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At Syria! |
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Hysteria! |
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Brown-with-a-doubt-in-his-mind . |
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Syria. |
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It's scarier |
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But what is he in for? |
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Ghostly horizons etched in, |
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Syria |
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It's Scarier! |
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The everlasting fortune that, |
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Syria . |
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It's scarier! |
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Turn it |
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Up-up-up! |
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Turn it |
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Up-up-up! |
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Turn it |
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Up-up-up! |
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Turn it |
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Up-up-up! |
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Turn it |
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Up-up-up! |
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Turn it |
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Up-up-up! |
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Turn it |
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Turn it, |
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Up-up! |
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Turn it, |
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Up-up! |
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Turn it. |
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Turn it, |
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Up-up! |
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Turn it, |
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Up-up! |
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Turn it. |
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Turn it, |
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Up-up! |
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Turn it, |
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Up-up! |
