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They'll build statues in our likeness |
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They wanted to be like us |
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But did they ever like us anyway? |
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(We always) gave em the cold shoulder |
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Our shoulders just got colder |
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They deserve an elbow to the face |
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I'll build this monument just to tear it down |
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(Tear it down now) |
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And dedicate it to this bitter town and this broken sound |
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And I'll send postcards to enemies |
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Made sure to sign and date each one while singing |
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"Wish you were here" |
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And I'll send postcards to enemies |
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Made sure to sign and date each one while singing |
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"Wish you were here" |
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Wish you were here |
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I'll build a throne |
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Made from the bones |
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Of those who died searching for gold |
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Just to find it's found inside our hearts |
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"What a jip" |
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You'll hear them say |
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Tossing, turning in their graves |
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All this time searching in vain for what? |
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Blowing kisses to the masses |
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In this ticker-tape parade |
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We're saints of this backseat |
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Swear to God we've got it made |
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(Got it made) |
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And I'll send postcards to enemies |
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Made sure to sign and date each one while singing |
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"Wish you were here" |
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And I'll send postcards to enemies |
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Made sure to sign and date each one while singing |
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"Wish you were here" |
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I wish you were here |
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Today, we're making history |
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Tonight, we'll take it to the streets |
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Tomorrow, we'll live in infamy |
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We're under attack |
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Pull the knife from our backs and hold it to their throats |
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And I'll send postcards to enemies |
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Made sure to sign and date each one while singing |
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"Wish you were here" |
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And I'll send postcards to enemies |
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Made sure to sign and date each one while singing |
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"Wish you were here" |
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They'll build statues in our likeness |
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They wanted to be like us |
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But did they ever like us anyway? |
