| Welcome to it, babe-
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| Cities cold and grey,
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| and crumblin' on down,
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| & beaten to the ground
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| We learn it well here,
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| where we drink and where we swell
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| and forget about life (for our lives)
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| In an icey shell
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| My brothers and I,
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| pregnant with a dream,
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| livin' kinetic lives,
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| from a stagnant scene,
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| through the mind we see,
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| and with the music we breathe
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| from iron and ore we’re smelt-
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| (Persevering) in the rust belt.
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| From the corrosion I rise
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| daughters and sons arise!
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| Tonight we break it down,
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| and exist with barriers gone,
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| and we’ll get it together,
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| and we’ll get it on!
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| Tonight we get it on,
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| Tonight we get it on,
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| Tonight we get it on,
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| Tonight we get it on,
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| Baby we deliver
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| A celebration of life
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| blessed life-livers
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| gathered here tonight
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| «mother, mother moon»
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| my pretty baby croons,
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| let’s break it on down
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| and get it together tonight.
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| Tonight we get it on,
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| Tonight we get it on,
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| Tonight we get it on,
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| Tonight we get it on. |