| I’m the Berlin Wall, I’m a communist
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| You’re a wreckin' ball in a summer dress
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| You’re the horizon line, I’m the last sunset
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| I might be goin' down, but I’m not set yet
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| I’m as white as a ghost, diggin' foolish gold
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| I will man my post, but I won’t do as I’m told
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| Got a purple heart from a bloody war
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| Can’t take it anymore, more, more
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| They say that good things come to those who wait
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| If you snooze then you lose
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| So don’t (h-h-h-) hesitate
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| Outta sight, outta mind, outta luck, outta wine
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| Don’t you say that I’m out of my fuckin' mind
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| I’ve been talking trash but it ain’t my fault
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| Every time I move somebody’s in my spot
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| They say that good things come to those who wait
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| If you snooze then you lose
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| So don’t (h-h-h-) hesitate
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| (You've got nowhere to go)
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| I know, I know, I know
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| (It's only you and me)
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| Oh but good things come in threes
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| You be April Stevens, I’ll be April Wine
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| You be Israel, I will be Palestine
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| Come on «Teach Me Tiger», come on and show me tricks
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| Let me take my time and take a couple lazy licks
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| (Are you feelin' blue?)
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| Through and through and through
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| (Where we find you now?)
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| Around, around, around
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| All the dirty blondes, playin' blue-eyed soul
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| You won’t hear our songs on your radio
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| Every note we sing can’t be solid gold
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| Every boy can’t be Romeo
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| They say that good things come
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| To those who wait
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| Good things come
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| If you take the bait
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| At a rummage sale
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| (At the Sally Ann!)
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| Everything is cheap
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| Love should last a life
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| (Or at least a year)
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| But it lasts a week
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| I’m the Berlin Wall
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| (And that ain’t all)
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| I’m a total mess
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| You’re a wrecking ball
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| (I'm a wrecking ball)
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| In a summer dress
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| (Are you feelin' blue?)
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| Through and through and through
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| (Where we find you now?)
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| Around, around, around
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| All the dirty blondes, playin' blue-eyed soul
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| On the radio
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| I can’t take it anymore, more, more |