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There's a battleship parked in the river |
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Reenacting open doors, open arms, then open fire |
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There are mushroom clouds and machine-gunned copters descending |
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In the snap crackle pop fizzle of the fireworks |
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As they blast into the night air breathed in by innumerable passengers |
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Screaming "We Are Number One." |
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Independence Day, our freedom is won |
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To choose our own way, when to go, what's to come |
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But with each tie we break, there is sacrifice |
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How many lives will it take ? How many loves just must die |
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There's a man I just met, he hasn't kissed me yet |
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He reminds me of someone else, only better |
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But I'm made out Of wax, so easy to impress |
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Am I melting too fast, dripping into your lips |
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Because all my heroes have turned human this year |
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Slinking 'round pool tables, sinking into unfabled stupors |
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Whispering in the night air or into some girl's hair |
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"I Am Number One." |
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There's a battleship parked in the Charles River |
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Shooting off fireworks that light up the world |
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Then fall in the water |
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My love's next to me, head full of the next century |
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And wondering whether there'll be a wedding tomorrow |
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And the secret smoke signals |
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In the aftermath of gunpowder |
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Seem the most significant indication of what's to come |
