| Maybe you’ve heard this one before
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| Good old times are out the door
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| It’s not your fault, but what a pity
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| If you’re in the sticks, and not the city
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| Now I’m not trying to be rude, but there’ll be
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| Too many people not enough food
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| Quite soon A-bombs are gonna rain
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| Whole world’s going down the drain
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| Well I can’t stop thinking 'bout it too
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| There’s a shadow hanging over me and you
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| But if we have to sit and cry
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| I think I’d rather die
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| Oh yeah I’ve heard that one before
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| And it ain’t funny anymore
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| My footprint’s bigger than my feet
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| But I don’t want that hot seat
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| Though I can’t stop thinking 'bout it too
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| There’s a shadow hanging over me and you
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| But if we have to sit and cry
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| I think I’d rather die
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| By now I’m sure you’ve heard the news
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| We’re all in the same shoes
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| It’s what we do, not what we say
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| We’re getting closer day by day
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| Don’t mean to sound like a big deal
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| Trouble is shit is real
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| Changing ain’t easy but how about we try
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| Or I think I’d rather die
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| Or I think I’d rather die |