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They're bustin' unions in Wisconsin |
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We got mojitos by the pool |
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We got a talent for distraction |
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No reaction to the colic and the cruel |
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They're sinking battleships at midnight |
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We change the channel on a dime |
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When they break to a commercial, dress rehearsal |
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In our catatonic prime |
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Time is moving on |
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There's no marching band |
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Just some fuzzed out credits |
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Names of strangers |
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And a night cap in your hand |
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They're digging ditches in Zuccotti |
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We're getting famous by the hour |
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All our pirates are Johnny not Somali |
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Trading bad seeds for flowers |
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Everybody's got a ticket and a backstage pass |
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Everybody's going somewhere, someday |
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Even the mighty, they won't last |
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Night I had a dream... you were there |
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Weaving through the burrows |
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Down the highline |
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With daisies in your hair |
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They're bustin' unions in Toronto |
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I'm coming down from wishful thinking and the like |
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I'm sober as a judge |
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But the jury's out... |
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Drinking tonight |
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They're bustin' unions in Wisconsin |
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And praising Jesus in the schools |
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They keepin' science in the basement |
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Speaking tongues and making fools |
