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If we can call them friends |
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We can call them on red telephones |
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And they won't pretend |
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That they're too busy or they're not alone |
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An' if we can call them friends then we can call |
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Holler at 'em down these hallowed halls |
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Just don't let the human factor fail to be a factor at all |
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Don't |
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Don't you worry |
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About the atmosphere |
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Or any sudden pressure change |
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'Cause I know |
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That it's starting |
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To get warm in here |
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And things are starting to get strange |
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And did you? |
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Did you see how |
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All our friends were there? |
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And they're drinkin' roses from the can |
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And how |
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How I wish |
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I, I had talked to them |
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And I wish they fit into the plan |
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And we were tired of being mild |
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We were so tired of being mild |
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And we were tired |
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I know we're gonna meet someday |
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In the crumbled financial institutions of this land |
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There will be tables and chairs |
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There'll be pony rides and dancing bears |
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There'll even be a band |
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'Cause listen after the fall |
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There'll be no more countries |
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No currencies at all |
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We're gonna live on our wits |
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Gonna throw away survival kits |
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Trade butterfly knives for adderal |
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And that's not all |
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And there will be snacks, there will |
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And there will be snacks, there will be |
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There will be snacks |
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And we were tired of being mild |
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We were so tired of being mild |
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And we were tired |
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So don't you |
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Don't you worry |
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About the atmosphere |
