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If you loosen liable lips |
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You keep sinking all my ships |
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Oh then you're the one who sank my Lusitania |
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But somehow it don't register as pain, at all |
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Till it finds our crooked vain |
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It should help |
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Oh let's not remember the Maine |
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Oh-oh-oh ooo |
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You laid mines along your shore |
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Oh no ooo |
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Through my hull they ripped and tore |
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Oh ooo |
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We don't study this war no more |
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So we let our backbone slip |
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Till the arc spits from my fingertips |
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And we'll become a hazard in the rain |
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Boy we'll get charged out in the lane |
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And there's a 60-cycle hum |
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Go ahead, say something dumb boy, there's no shame |
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There's no shame |
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Go ahead, say something dumb boy, there's no shame |
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Oh-oh-oh ooo |
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You lay your mines along your shore |
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No ooo |
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Through my heart you've ripped and torn |
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Oh ooo |
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We don't study this war no more |
