| Tell me why you came here, squatting around a Game-Gear like Sega never died
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| We met inside a war-zone, you said «Let's fuck the Ozone"but boy,
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| that hole’s too wide
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| You goose-step 'round the garden singing «Sap I bleed is hardening,
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| no tree can break my stoic stride
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| I’m as giddy as a baby in a centrifuge
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| It’s hard»
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| And we can argue that our planet’s best, don’t ring your brother 'cause there’s
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| no contest
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| I’m sure you’ll make a decent father
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| There’s a world war coming in
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| Oh the seasons I’ve been worrying
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| You drown a fly and murmur; |
| «The Vatican was firmer, when I was back in school
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| And we used spray-tan in the trenches now, the problem with the French is how
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| they won’t admit they’re fools
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| And you never tell me anything, you never tell me anything, I can’t remember
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| dates and times
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| And I’m sorry for the years I was a shipwreck boy
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| It’s hard»
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| I want to tell you that it means so much
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| I want to tell you that it means so much
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| I’m sure you’ll make a decent father
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| There’s a world war coming in
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| Oh the years that I’ve been worrying
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| Oh, I’d rather dash myself upon the rocks, than see you waste away your days
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| with clocks
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| In every corner of your parent’s home
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| And there’s no world war coming in, all the reasons I’ve been worrying
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| Just forget the parts you’ll never need, all these things I’ll tell you when
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| you wake up
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| Make a child, a child, a forest
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| Make a child, make a child, make a forest |