| Like a good friend
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| The shadow from the landfill
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| Visits my house everyday
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| The glow from the reactor
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| Keeps me warm at night
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| And I always felt safe
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| That was yesterday
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| Now you’re telling me
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| That you’ve exposed me to your sickness
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| And I know it’s just a song
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| But you can take it and you can stick it
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| Where the fucking sun don’t shine
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| Cause it don’t round here no more
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| And lately I’ve been inclined
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| To strike a few different chords
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| With no apologies
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| We’re going down, we’re going down
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| With best regards from Turkey Point
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| We’re going down, we’re going down
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| With best regards from Turkey Point
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| You raped the land and sea and sky
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| And now it’s us that you exploit
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| And I know I shouldn’t drink the water
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| Or breathe too deeply anymore
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| A stench settles on Princeton
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| When it rains sometimes
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| And it’s absorbed
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| Into every pore
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| And you’re telling me
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| That you’ve exposed me to your sickness
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| And I know it’s just a song
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| But you can take it and you can stick it
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| Where the fucking sun don’t shine
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| Cause it don’t round here no more
|
| And lately, I’ve been inclined
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| To strike a few different chords
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| With no apologies
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| And still, they offer no apology
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| And they show no remorse
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| The glow from the reactor
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| Chokes the stars at night
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| And I know the source |