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Two cups of tea |
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One for you and one for me |
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Drown out the pain from polluted acid rain |
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And flaming gasoline, until we're clean |
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Two dead police |
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One for hope and one for peace |
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Watching government lies |
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Leak into your empty eyes |
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From the T.V. and winners history |
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Three dead police |
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One for thanks and two for please |
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In every single town every officer is down |
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All dead police, all dead police |
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Fair-weather friend, it's on you I do depend |
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All the mountains we climb |
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Crumble into sands of time |
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No mail to send, to fair-weather friend |
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Anxiety, another gift from you to me |
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And so everything fails |
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My bleeding bitten fingernails |
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Sore as can be, anxiety |
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If it was up to me, I would restart history |
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Ignite the flame and burn the centuries of blame |
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The bloodstained centuries |
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These bloody centuries |
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Fair-weather friend, it's on you I do depend |
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All the mountains we climb |
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Crumble into sands of time |
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No mail to send, to fair-weather friend |
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Anxiety, another gift from you to me |
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And so everything fails |
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My bleeding bitten fingernails |
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Sore as can be, anxiety |
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And in the dawn, I'll see that you have gone |
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And on that blood soaked bed |
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I'll lay down my weary head |
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And hum along, to this fucking song |
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One cup of tea, not enough for company |
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Maybe tomorrow you will let me borrow |
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Another cup of tea, another cup of tea |
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And your company, and your company |
