| It’s like there’s roses on your everything
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| I’m still thinking about the war
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| And I might love you
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| But you’re somewhere else with someone new
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| And I don’t need to be that fool
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| Who’s run about lying and lying and lying and lying
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| To myself and you
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| It’s almost summer anyway
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| I’ll be the one
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| Who follows my own fantasy
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| I’ll not be undone by your attitude
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| Cause you’re so cool
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| You know what, your old gods mean nothing
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| Your Buddha, your Lamassu
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| To Allah, to Jesus
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| Bamiyan Buddhas
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| These statue is dying
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| At the Ishtar gate
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| There’s a legion of lions
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| And the gate of Babylon
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| But nothing at all
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| Is set in stone
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| There’s bullet holes
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| Across Berlin and Rome
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| And I never saw bullet holes
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| In doors before
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| Like there’s roses on your everything
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| I can’t forget about the war at all
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| But some gods get tortured, some gods get trained
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| Some gods are destined for the hotel or the cane
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| Some gods get blown up, some gods get maimed
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| Some gods get sacked, dispatched to Pakistani bazaars
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| I know my reason
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| My Lamassu
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| I’m gonna put up a wall
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| And know what you all are gonna do
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| The gates of Babylon
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| They’re at the Pergamon
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| And even the wall fell
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| And even the crow’s flown
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| And even just that is bigger in fact
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| Yeah, who are you anyway
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| Anyway, why would I need your advice at all
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| If you’re so great and I’m so small
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| But nothing at all
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| Is set in stone
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| There’s bullet holes
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| Across Berlin and Rome
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| And I never saw bullet holes
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| In doors before
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| Why would you say that?
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| Why would you say that to me?
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| And why would you lie?
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| Why would you say that to me?
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| And why would you lie? |
| Why would you lie?
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| Why would you lie?
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| Would you lie?
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| Would you lie?
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| Would you lie?
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| Would you?
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| But nothing at all
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| Is set in stone
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| There’s bullet holes
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| Across Berlin and Rome
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| And I never saw bullet holes
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| In doors before |