| Are we at war, we at war
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| If we’re a danger to ourselves?
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| We’ve seen them running through the door
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| But now the boys
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| They’re coming back with someone else
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| With green eyes
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| A million boils
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| But you’d never bid me at a wheel
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| But at least you say you will
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| At least you’ll say that you will
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| Crave your crosses and burn it
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| To waste, ‘cause nobody cares for them
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| And I will have been always yours
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| And still we’d own
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| So take your crosses and burn them
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| It’s on your move, you know
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| Run
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| Are we at war, we at war
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| If we’re a danger to our health?
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| We’ve seen them running through the door
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| But now your girl
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| She’s ‘round the back with someone else
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| Bleed lies from here to here
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| A million wives
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| But you’ve never been with one who’s real
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| But at least you say you will
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| At least you say you will
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| Crave your crosses and burn it
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| To waste, ‘cause nobody cares for them
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| And I will have been always yours
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| And still we’d own
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| So take your crosses and burn them
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| It’s on your move, you know
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| It’s on your move, you know
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| Been always yours
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| Still we’d own
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| Been always yours
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| Still we’d own |