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They led us on... |
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They said it would be yours... |
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Tear down the borders, stop patrolling the shores, |
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Let us in... |
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We wrote a winter song... |
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Come on, come on, come on, come on... |
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Don't shelve the opera, |
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You've been working |
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This long on it... |
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Twelve years on the |
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Eastside, |
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And still so house proud... |
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All the neighbourhood angels, |
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Are humming the psalms (hum along...) |
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To themselves again... |
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Oh, they seem to think that when you show up |
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You'd look good in somebody's arms... |
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Oh, you should have been a clerk... |
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You should have stayed a stranger... |
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You should have just done the work... |
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But it's too late now, school's out... |
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Wildcats - you were supposed to go wild... |
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Butchers - you shouldn't be obsessed with a child... |
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Now Diorama |
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Pete thinks he just sunk the fleet... |
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Much like him, you know |
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I live to be cornered. |
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So come on... |
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Hey, Easterner, open your mouth... |
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Don't speak in tones... |
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I know there's beauty in the bones of the dam that burst... |
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I know you look good in the shadow of the |
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Diamond Monger's thirst, |
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But get out... |
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To the west there is an ocean... |
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There's a mountain on the right... |
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Now will you walk away |
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Or take the blame for the unfortunately-named |
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Children of |
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This day... |
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Children of |
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This Night... |
