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You can have Washington |
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I'll take New Jersey |
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You can have London |
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But I want New York City |
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I should get providence |
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I've got a job now |
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Los Angeles, obvious |
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That's where you belong now |
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You can have Africa |
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Asia, Australia |
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As long as you keep your hands off |
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Cafe Pamplona |
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We can split Germany |
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Right down the middle |
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You'd hate it there anyway |
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Take Berlin |
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And we'll call it even |
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You can have all of the carry-on baggage |
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I'll trade the saskia jokes for the alphabet language |
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And special occasions we'll split between parents |
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Who forced us to hate them on alternating weekends |
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You call it over and I call you psycho |
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Significant other |
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Just say we were lovers and we'll call it even |
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We'll call it even |
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I am the ground zero ex-friend you ordered |
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Disguised as a hero to get past your borders |
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I know when I'm wanted |
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I'll leave if you ask me to |
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Mind my own business |
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And speak when I'm spoken to |
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I am the tower around which you orbited |
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I am not proud I am just taking orders |
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I fall to the ground within hours of impact |
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I hit back when hit |
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And attack when attacked |
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You get route two between Concord and Lexington |
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I want Mass Ave. from the square to my apartment |
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And if we should meet through some misunderstanding |
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I'll be very sweet very patient and forgiving |
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Now get off my side of the state |
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And if we should see one another in passing |
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Despite these techniques |
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There is sometimes no avoiding |
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There must be some kind of mistake |
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We'll raise high the white flags |
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And bow heads and shake hands |
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Declaring the land we're on unamerican |
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We'll call it even |
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We'll call it even |
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I am the tower around which you orbited |
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I am not proud I am just taking orders |
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I fall to the groud within hours of impact |
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I hit back when hit |
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And attack when attacked |
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I am an accident waiting to happen |
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I'm laughing like mad if you strangle the captain |
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My place may be taken, but make no mistake |
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From a little black box |
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I can say without shame |
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That you've lost |
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That you've lost |
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Do you know what you've lost |
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So take whatever you'd like |
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I'll strike like the States on fire |
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You won't sleep very tight |
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No hiding, no safe cover |
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Make your bed now lie |
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Just like you always do |
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You can fake it for the papers |
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But I'm on to you |
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I'm on to you |
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So take whatever you'd like |
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I'll strike like the States on fire |
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You won't sleep very tight |
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No hiding, no safe covers |
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Make your bed and now lie |
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Just like you always do |
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You can fake it for the papers |
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But I'm on to you |
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I'm on to you |
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I'm on to you |
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I'm on to you |