| Where do we put our precious things
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| Like woolen socks and wedding rings
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| And seance gear and kimchi jars
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| Our Matchbox and our Hot Wheels cars
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| Where can we hide when bombs will fly
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| To save ourselves when all others die
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| To toast with a shot here’s cum in your eye
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| I’ve got an idea, listen here
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| There’s a hole in the yard, about ten by ten
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| Just large enough to put all those things in
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| A dark place to be if and when the bombs hit
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| At the back of the pit
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| I woke up today with almost too much love
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| Didn’t sleep much last night, joyous vibes from above
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| Couldn’t keep it all in, thought I would burst at the seams
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| What fills waking life is wilder than dreams
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| Every day and every evening too
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| I count all the reasons I’m in love with you
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| Look around at everything that we’ve bought, got, and stole
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| To bring with us down into the hole
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| There’s a hole in the yard, about ten by ten
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| Just large enough to put all those items in
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| A dark place to be if and when the bombs hit
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| At the back of the pit
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| At the back of the pit
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| When we hear the frogs again, we’ll consent to raise our heads
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| And it won’t matter then if the rest of the world is dead
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| Yes, between you and me we’ve got a repopulation kit
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| The world will rise again from the back of the pit |