| What did you learn in school today
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| Did you learn to run when the teachers pray
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| Did they teach you enough to know the state you’re in
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| Not enough to get out, not enough to win
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| What did you learn at home today
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| Did you learn to hate in the proper way
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| Did your liberated parents patronize your friends
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| Cos they had enough money cos they had the right skin
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| I sat me down and wondered, what kind of place this really is
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| Well maybe it’s in the parks, maybe it’s in the stores
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| I know if we’re being honest, it’s in the people
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| But they’re all caught up in the traffic
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| Listening to the weather
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| Well dog, I know we’re not in Kansas — the sky’s all colored wrong
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| I know we’re not in Kansas — the days are all too long
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| I sure don’t understand this — that’s what you’re howling for
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| I know we’re not in Kansas, Kansas anymore
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| What did you learn in your job today
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| Did you learn to sleep while the boss is away
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| Did you shut your mouth when he called you down
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| Cos there’s not much work in that kind of town
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| I wander around thinking, well what kind of place is this
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| Where they say hey well what did you do in the war
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| And I ask well hey man well what did you do with the peace
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| Well we built these real safe weapons, so we could sleep with ease
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| Well dog, I know we’re not in Kansas—the sky’s all colored wrong
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| I know we’re not in Kansas — the days are all too long
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| I sure don’t understand this — that’s what you’re howling for
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| I know we’re not in Kansas, Kansas anymore
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| Well what kind of place is this
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| On the wrong side of the rainbow where the twisters never come
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| And they tore up all the yellow bricks and they sold them to Japan
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| And still the advertisers tell you, hey, there’s no place like home
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| Well dog, I know we’re not in Kansas — the sky’s all colored wrong
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| I know we’re not in Kansas — the days are all too long
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| I sure don’t understand this — that’s what you’re howling for
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| I know we’re not in Kansas, Kansas anymore
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| I know we’re not in Kansas — the sky’s all colored wrong
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| I know we’re not in Kansas — the days are all too long
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| I sure don’t understand this — that’s what you’re howling for
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| I know we’re not in Kansas, Kansas anymore |