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All the boys who called their mothers on that day |
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We know, tough bunch, but they had the nerves, |
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to go and say |
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That all your secrets were drowned |
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With the pioneers who were flooded from this town |
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They packed their bags only moments to late |
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With the pounding waves crashing up against the weakened water gates |
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'Cause dire times, call for dire faces |
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So lovely dancer, call a dancer |
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Trading places in the night |
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We're running barefoot, you and I |
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Dead lovers salivate |
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Broken hearts tessellate tonight |
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And all the kids who cut their knees on that old school yard fence |
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Where holding out for prosperity in self defense |
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We beat them down again |
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There's no fun playing cowboys for pretend |
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We showed them what the backs of our hands are for |
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The devide is clear in the coming year the rich will take the poor |
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'Cause dire times, call for dire faces |
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So lovely dancer, call a dancer |
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Trading places in the night |
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We're running barefoot, you and I |
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Dead lovers salivate |
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Broken hearts tessellate tonight |
