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I always held on to the thought |
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That if they loved you long enough |
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Would find out what wa missing |
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When they finally called your bluff |
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The line between the friend and foe |
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Is abritrary still |
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Drowning in pina coladas |
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As the bulls prowl around the ring |
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He didn't have, he didn't get |
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You didn't have the help you wanted |
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And when you saw, you saw Guernica fall |
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The hillsides exploded |
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And bodies filled the air |
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There was nothing left of Havana |
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And you thousand yards stare |
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He didn't have, he didn't get |
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You didn't have the help you wanted |
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And when you saw, you saw Guernica fall |
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You've got a thousand yards stare |
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You've got a thousand yards stare |