| I’m feeling runout, nearly stewed
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| Goin' where it takes me
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| Get on, I’m-a-shake in my shoes, have I lost my way?
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| I get along with my due, as a human being
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| Right or wrong, I leave the outs, have I lost my way?
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| Uranium 235
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| Boils in the cladding box
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| A so called blanket as a lock
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| No other way to move with the times
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| No other way in sight
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| And so our life ain’t worth a dime
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| A different way would let us head for the deep
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| Seems we had our days
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| Demonstration, battles are done
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| I don’t see no fun in it, but have it your way
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| Hey, nuclear reactor
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| You’ll make our troubles fade away
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| You’ll give us final peace and destination
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| Hey, nuclear reactor
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| You are the tart of industry
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| You are the germ of radiated oceans
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| Hey, nuclear reactor
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| You’ll make our troubles fade away
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| You’ll give us final peace and destination
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| Hey, nuclear reactor
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| You are the tart of industry
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| You are the germ of radiated oceans
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| Hey, nuclear reactor
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| You are the tart of industry
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| You are the germ of radiated oceans |