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I adore a confrontation, and i should be ashamed |
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A carnival of complication, everyone's to blame |
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We can see the rocket's red glare |
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Pipe bomb bursting in the air |
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As we proudly hail our taxis out of the fight |
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Singing born of this nation of white bread foundation |
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We're taping a king, beaten of his crown |
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My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of irony |
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Spoonful of sugar to wash it down |
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I have seen the hungry faces, and i have been removed |
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Evidence in welfare cases, never being proved |
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We've written books on education |
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Summoned federal regulation |
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Skeleton hid deeply 'til its bones turn to dust |
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I know an old lady who swallowed a fly |
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I don't know why exactly, i guess she'll die |
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My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of irony |
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Spoonful of sugar to wash it down |
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And god save the queen, oh, and pardon the king |
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And our ballots we'll stuff, then drink 'till we drown |
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My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of irony |
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Spoonful of sugar to wash it down |
