| Oh, oh, I love you
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| Oh, oh, I do
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| I got a sentimental illness for you
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| Please don’t go away, oh yeah
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| I was a high school atom bomb
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| Going off on the weekends
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| Smoking dope and mowing lawns
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| And I hated all the new trends
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| Me and my friends sang
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| «Woah-uh-oh-oh-oh (woah-uh-oh)
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| Here’s to the middle of the road
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| At least it’s better than here»
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| Looking for a buzz
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| But all I got was Santa Claus
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| I’m hanging on a dream that’s too dumb to die
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| I feel like a cello
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| Lost somewhere over the rainbow
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| Way up high, too scared to dream
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| But too dumb to die
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| My daddy always was on strike
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| Going off with the teamsters
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| He said that everything will be alright
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| Not every Sunday can be Easter
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| The picket line screamed
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| «Woah-uh-oh-oh-oh (woah-uh-oh)
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| Don’t cross, don’t cross the line
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| Because you’ll be a scab, not a martyr»
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| Looking for a cause
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| But all I got was Camouflage
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| I’m hanging on a dream that’s too dumb to die
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| I feel like a cello
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| Lost somewhere over the rainbow
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| Way up high, too scared to dream
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| But too dumb to… (haha, yeah, hey!)
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| Looking for a cause
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| But all I got was Camouflage
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| I’m hanging on a dream that’s too dumb to die
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| I feel like a cello
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| Lost somewhere over the rainbow
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| Way up high, too scared to dream
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| But too dumb to die |