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It's always raining over the border |
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there's been a plane crash out there |
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in the wheatfields |
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they're picking up the pieces |
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we could go and look |
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and stare |
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How many friends have we over there? |
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the border guards fight unconvincingly |
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whatever we do |
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it seems things are arranged |
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we always have to feed the enemy |
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You could dance for me |
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and punch me through |
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dance for me |
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We watched them trash thee last camera |
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glued to all our TV's |
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the actors on the replay |
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trying again to touch you and me |
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But they always seem to know |
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exactly what they're talking about |
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now they've got you in a corner |
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you've got no room to move |
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you've got no room for doubt |
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that's exactly what they're talking about |
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now they're got you in a corner |
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no room to move |
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no room for doubt |