| Times have changed
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| my friend
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| but they’re still beautiful
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| Recall the place where I was born:
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| Childhoods
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| fields of green
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| it’s me the mad machine
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| I’ve come to play and run away.
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| When you wake up in the mornin'
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| wake up the melody
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| You can hear them call your name
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| your best friend is technology.
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| Round and round you’re never lazy
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| round you turn in lullabies
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| 29 — you’re goin crazy — machine gun.
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| 35 — he joined the Navy
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| good ole Navy’s harmony
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| Then he got a broken heart on 20th anniversary.
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| Send your love to operators
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| send your love into the rain
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| Every day your solitude may hurt you like a hurricane.
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| So welcome
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| oh welcome
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| machine gun
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| oh welcome!
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| Martha planned to make a movie
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| movie made in stereo.
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| Then she went to California winded up on radio.
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| Round about the Navy-ballroom
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| get the man in gabardine
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| Kiss him once and kiss them all and send me cards on Halloween.
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| So welcome
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| oh welcome
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| machine gun
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| so welcome
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| machine gun!
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| Voice of silence come
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| the world’s so wonderful
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| We cry
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| make love and the wind goes on.
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| Monday up to Saturday you kick your soul from 9 to 5
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| Sunday’s always wonderful
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| you wander on the TV line.
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| Love is not a silly notion
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| love is not a monorail
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| Love is like the way you love
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| a candle in the hurricane.
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| So welcome
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| oh welcome
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| machine gun
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| oh welcome
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| welcome
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| machine gun!
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| So welcome
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| oh welcome
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| machine gun
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| oh welcome
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| machine gun! |