| 'Cause he’s always living back in Dixon
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| Stuck in 1949
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| And we’re all sitting at the fountain, at the five and dime
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| 'Cause he’s living in some B-movie
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| The lines they are so clearly drawn
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| In black and white life is so easy
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| And we’re all coming along on this one
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| 'Cause he’s on a secret mission
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| Headquarters just radioed in He left his baby at the dancehall
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| While the band plays on some sweet song
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| And on a mission over China
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| The lady opens up her arms
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| The flowers bloom where you haved placed them
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| And the lady smiles, just like mom
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| Angels wings are icing over
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| McDonnell-Douglas olive drab
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| They bear the names of our sweethearts
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| And the captain smiles, as we crash
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| 'Cause in the mind of Ronald Reagan
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| Wheels they turn and gears they grind
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| Buildings collapse in slow motion
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| And trains collide, everything is fine
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| Everything is fine
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| Everything is fine |