| They’ll build statues in our likeness
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| They wanted to be like us
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| But did they ever like us anyway?
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| (We always) gave em the cold shoulder
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| Our shoulders just got colder
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| They deserve an elbow to the face
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| I’ll build this monument just to tear it down
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| (Tear it down now)
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| And dedicate it to this bitter town and this broken sound
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| And I’ll send postcards to enemies
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| Made sure to sign and date each one while singing
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| «Wish you were here»
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| And I’ll send postcards to enemies
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| Made sure to sign and date each one while singing
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| «Wish you were here»
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| Wish you were here
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| I’ll build a throne
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| Made from the bones
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| Of those who died searching for gold
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| Just to find it’s found inside our hearts
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| «What a jip»
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| You’ll hear them say
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| Tossing, turning in their graves
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| All this time searching in vain for what?
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| Blowing kisses to the masses
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| In this ticker-tape parade
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| We’re saints of this backseat
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| Swear to God we’ve got it made
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| (Got it made)
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| And I’ll send postcards to enemies
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| Made sure to sign and date each one while singing
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| «Wish you were here»
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| And I’ll send postcards to enemies
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| Made sure to sign and date each one while singing
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| «Wish you were here»
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| I wish you were here
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| Today, we’re making history
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| Tonight, we’ll take it to the streets
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| Tomorrow, we’ll live in infamy
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| We’re under attack
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| Pull the knife from our backs and hold it to their throats
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| And I’ll send postcards to enemies
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| Made sure to sign and date each one while singing
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| «Wish you were here»
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| And I’ll send postcards to enemies
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| Made sure to sign and date each one while singing
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| «Wish you were here»
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| They’ll build statues in our likeness
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| They wanted to be like us
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| But did they ever like us anyway? |