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Can you see the day, |
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When everyone can say they've got one? |
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A cloud is moving in, blotting out your landmine vision |
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So many are afraid, concealing all their secret weapons |
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You can see it in their eyes, |
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Like the brake lights on a highway glisten |
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Three billion is a lot, it's impossible to separate them |
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A career is made and lost, in sorting out the devastation |
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What you get you've got, the rest can be imagination |
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And what you lose you've lost, |
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Here comes the instant separation |
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Careful where you step |
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There may be a mine under there |