| Once a great ironworks
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| Stood at the end of my street
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| And they hauled in The Monitor
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| Fit her with armor
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| For to save the union fleet
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| The River James was on fire
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| As The Merrimack thundered and raged
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| And she seemed so colossal and so unstoppable
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| Until the two engaged
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| And inside the sound, a deafening din
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| Round after round, again and again
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| Shattering down, shattering down, shattering down
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| The neighborhood’s quiet at night
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| But sometimes my ears still ring
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| And you think I’d understand
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| That a rock-n-roll band
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| Doesn’t mean a blessed thing
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| But I picture the poor crew stunned
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| When the cannons did finally subside
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| How they stand on the deck
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| With the sun at their neck
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| And they wonder if they’re still alive
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| And I try to shout
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| But none of them hear
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| They’re moving their mouths
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| But the blood in their ears
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| Is running down, running down, running down
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| And we’re singing la da da da da da da
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| And we’re singing la da da da da da
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| And we’re singing la da da da da da da
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| But what then?
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| It’s stunning to know I’ve survived
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| But I don’t know what I’m fighting for anymore
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| And when I break another string
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| And continue to sing
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| Is that courage? |
| I’m not sure
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| When the ironclads drifted apart
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| Still blue and still gray
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| The men shoveled in the coal
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| And worked the pumps in the hull
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| Just like every other day
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| And none of them knew
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| Oh, none of them cared
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| How much it just changed right then and right there
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| They just carried on, carried on, carried on
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| And we’re singing la da da da da da da
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| And we’re singing la da da da da da
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| And we’re singing la da da da da da da
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| But what then?
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| And we’re singing la da da da da da da
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| And we’re singing la da da da da da
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| And we’re singing la da da da da da da
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| But what then? |