| All filled up with emotional conflict
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| Peace and understanding is so, so basic
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| And I’m always looking over my shoulder or up in the sky
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| Rub a rabbit’s foot, and the number seven
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| And yeah, we all deserve our little slice of heaven
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| But it’s getting pretty crowded in there
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| I think I’ll get some air
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| Feels like I’ve been here before
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| Pour one out for the one you love
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| Pour one out for the one you love
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| Take two of these three times a day should relieve ya
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| And no, you can’t always just eat what they feed ya
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| Yeah, you gotta look over your shoulder from time to time
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| Yeah you can’t preach from the choir
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| Always stand inside the fire
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| 'Cause the middle of the road isn’t safe anymore
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| In a 30th century war
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| Feels like I’ve been here before
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| Pour one out for the one you love
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| Pour one out for the one you love
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| Who got the feelin'?
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| Feels like I’ve been here before
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| But I don’t care anymore
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| I’ll bang my head off the floor
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| And then I’ll do it, do it, do it some more
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| Just like a lock on a screen door
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| You wonder what it was there for
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| Inside this 30th century war
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| And then we’ll do it some more!
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| (Do it some more, do it some more)
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| Pour one out for the one you love
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| (Do it some more, do it some more)
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| Pour one out for the one you love
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| (Do it some more, do it some more)
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| Don’t look down at the drowning bugs
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| (Do it some more, do it some more)
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| Pour one out |