| Well I’m tired of waiting
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| On a world who change
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| Funny how the future is looking more like the stone age
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| We’re building wall, shaking guns
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| Painting the streets with bloods
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| Uncle Sam and Lady Liberty move to San Fran to run a start-up
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| Give man freedom
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| And he’ll sit in a cage
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| Give him oppression
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| And he’ll write it down on an internet page
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| Our Fathers were drinkers
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| 'Cause we shifted them off to war
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| And I’m drunk on a Tuesday
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| 'Cause I’m just so fucking bored
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| Where’s the light
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| Where’s the light I was promising me
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| We threw the babies out
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| We are the bad water
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| Oh honey do you mind if I’m moving with you
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| While my fellow patriots work out
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| Civil war too
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| I’m having trouble seeing colours in the downs of the light
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| No more red, no more blue
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| All I’m seeing is white
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| Where’s the light
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| Where’s the light I was promising me
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| We threw the babies out
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| We threw the babies out
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| We threw the babies out
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| We are the bad water
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| Oh give me your tired, your core
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| Your messes yelling to be free
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| The homeless, the tempest’s hosts
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| Send them all to me
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| All the riches refuse
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| All your team and shore
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| And I’ll blow out the flame
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| And show them the goddamn door
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| Where’s the light
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| Where’s the light
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| Where’s the light that was promising me
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| We threw the babies out
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| We threw the babies out
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| We threw the babies out |