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I picked the morning paper off the floor |
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It was full of other people's little wars |
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Wouldn't they like their peace |
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Don't we get bored |
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And we call for the three great stimulants |
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Of the exhausted ones |
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Artifice, brutality and innocence |
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Artifice and innocence |
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No tanks have ever rumbled through these streets |
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and the drone of planes at night has never frightened me |
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I keep the hours and the company that I please |
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And we call for the three great stimulants |
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Of the exhausted ones |
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Artifice, brutality and innocence |
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Artifice and innocence |
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Oh and deep in the night |
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Our appetites find us |
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Release us and bind us |
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Deep in the night |
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While madmen sit up building bombs |
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And making laws and bars |
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They'd like to slam free choice behind us |
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I saw a little lawyer on the tube |
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He said, "It's so easy now, anyone can sue." |
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"Let me show you how your petty aggravations can profit you!" |
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Call for the three great stimulants |
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Of the exhausted ones |
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Artifice, brutality and innocence |
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Artifice and innocence |
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Oh and deep in the night |
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Appetites find us |
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Release us and blind us |
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Deep in the night |
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While madmen sit up building bombs |
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And making laws and bars |
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They're gonna slam free choice behind us |
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Last night I dreamed I saw the planet flicker |
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Great forests fell like buffalo |
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Everything got sicker |
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And to the bitter end |
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Big business bickered |
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And they call for the three great stimulants |
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Of the exhausted ones |
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Artifice, brutality and innocence |
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Artifice and innocence |
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Oh these times, these times |
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Oh these changing times |
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Change in the heart of all mankind |
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Oh these troubled times |
