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Helena, the ramifications are very large tonight |
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The stars say don't pick a fight or barge things around |
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See apparently, our bloodlines are botched beyond redemption |
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Luckily, you don't believe in redemption |
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This may work in your favor, |
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I'm told So throw the old furniture in the fire |
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As the children go barbaric behind the wire |
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They're just children |
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It's a drag, the way your flag |
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Had to come down with one of the above |
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America, so ferociously in bloom |
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But pistols at dawn can only work for so long |
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Curved appetites took flight when you decided to call the song "A Pacific-Northwest Bitch Gets Shown To Her Room." |
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So throw the old furniture in the fire |
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As the children go barbaric behind the wire |
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They're just children |
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And this one goes out, just like the one before |
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To the 17th version of "How I Won the War" |
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Oh, first |
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Destroyer and now the |
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Underground |
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Helena, the ramifications are very large tonight |
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The stars, they don't pick a fight or barge things around |
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Just throw the old furniture in the fire |
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As the children go barbaric behind the wire |
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They're just children |
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They're just children |
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They're just children |
