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(Music & Lyrics: Dave Pirner) |
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Two boys on a playground |
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Tryin' to push each other down |
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See the crowd gather 'round |
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Nothing attracts a crowd like a crowd |
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Black gold in a white flight |
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Fill up the tank let's go for a ride |
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I don't care about no wheelchair |
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I got so much left to do with my life |
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Moving backwards through time |
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Never learn, never mind |
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That side's yours, this side's mine |
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Brother you ain't my kind |
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Black soldier, white fight |
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Fill up the tank let's go for a ride |
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Sure like to feel some pride |
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But this place just makes me feel sad inside |
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Mother do you know where |
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Your kids are tonight... |
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Keep the kids off the street |
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Gives 'em something to do, something to eat |
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This spot was a playground |
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This flat land used to be a town |