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Let's not talk about bombs |
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Or the brain impulses of severed limbs |
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You will always subtract your arms from my arms |
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Someone always interrupts us when we talk |
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So I'm gonna draw this evening's line |
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Before my wash hangs on it for everyone to see |
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[Chorus] |
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It's very bad luck to draw the line |
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On the night before the world's end |
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We can draw the line some other time |
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This midnight I will |
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Turn into a beer, I will |
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Dream of you between nightmares |
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And wars and toss and turn |
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Ain't you gonna take me for a ride |
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Drink and drive down to the L.A. river bed |
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I'll make no mistakes and I'll behave |
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[Chorus] |
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It's very bad luck to draw the line |
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On the night before the world's end |
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We can draw the line some other time |
