| Seems we’re in a tight spot
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| It’s too long since the war stopped
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| And there’s no time left to lend a hand
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| And look who’s at the wheel with Uncle Sam
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| Dancing in the daylight
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| Morning’s such a bright night
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| Same sky where children play
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| Play their games half a world away
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| Light filled the sky
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| But I can’t remember why
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| Ring around the rosie
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| Your pockets full of holes deep
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| Lost it all while you sleep
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| And there’s even less for those out on the street
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| It just doesn’t seem right
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| Standing in the twilight
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| Waiting for the polls to close
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| The shows run by the one nobody chose
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| Light filled the sky
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| But I can’t remember why
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| Night came to stay
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| And it’s always been this way
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| Seems we’re in a tight spot
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| It’s too long since the bomb dropped
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| And there’s no time left to lend a hand
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| And look who’s at the wheel with Uncle Sam
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| The war hawks circle high above the lamb
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| A wolf in sheep’s clothing takes a stand
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| Waiting for the polls to close
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| The shows run by the one nobody chose
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| There’s no time left to lend a hand
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| And look whose at the wheel with Uncle Sam
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| Light filled the sky
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| But I can’t remember why
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| Night came to stay
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| And it’s always been this way
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| Light filled the sky
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| Now there’s no one left to cry
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| Night came to stay
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| And it’s always been this way |