| From the center of northeast Durham
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| To the islands of Tiananmen Square
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| I can hear them all screaming for me
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| Who’d have thought so many peasants cared?
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| You don’t have to just believe me
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| The gulag is getting warm
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| With all of my thoughts behind me
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| I… I…
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| Upon the high street of satisfaction
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| And brought me pornographic teddy bears
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| All the girls they are screaming for me
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| And I ain’t even had it up for years
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| You don’t have to just believe me
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| The gulag is getting warm
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| With all of my thoughts behind me
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| I… I…
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| You don’t have to just believe me
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| The gulag is getting warm
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| With all of my thoughts behind me
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| My conscience, it begins to thaw
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| I… I… I… |