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Living through another Cuba |
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it's 1961 again and we are piggy in the middle |
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while war is polishing his drum and peace plays second fiddle |
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Russia and America are at each other's throats |
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but don't you cry |
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just on your knees and pray, and while you're |
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down there, kiss your arse goodbye |
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We're the bulldog on the fence |
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while others play their tennis overhead |
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it's hardly love all and somebody might |
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wind up red or dead |
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pour some oil on the water quick |
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it doesn't really matter where from |
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he love me, he loves me not |
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he's pulling fins from an atom bomb |
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This phenomenon happens every 20 years or so |
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if they're not careful your watch won't be the |
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only thing with a radioactive glow |
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I'll stick my fingers in my ears |
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and hope they make it up before too late |
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if we get through this lot alright |
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they're due for replay, 1998 |
