| I picked the morning paper off the floor
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| It was full of other people’s little wars
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| Wouldn’t they like their peace
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| Don’t we get bored
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| And we call for the three great stimulants
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| Of the exhausted ones
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| Artifice, brutality and innocence
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| Artifice and innocence
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| No tanks have ever rumbled through these streets
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| And the drone of planes at night has never frightened me
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| I keep the hours and the company that I please
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| And we call for the three great stimulants
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| Of the exhausted ones
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| Artifice, brutality and innocence
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| Artifice and innocence
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| Oh and deep in the night
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| Our appetites find us
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| Release us and bind us
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| Deep in the night
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| While madmen sit up building bombs
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| And making laws and bars
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| They’d like to slam free choice behind us
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| I saw a little lawyer on the tube
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| He said, «it's so easy now, anyone can sue»
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| «Let me show you how your petty aggravations can profit you!»
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| Call for the three great stimulants
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| Of the exhausted ones
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| Artifice, brutality and innocence
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| Artifice and innocence
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| Oh and deep in the night
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| Appetites find us
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| Release us and blind us
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| Deep in the night
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| While madmen sit up building bombs
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| And making laws and bars
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| They’re gonna slam free choice behind us
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| Last night I dreamed I saw the planet flicker
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| Great forests fell like buffalo
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| Everything got sicker
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| And to the bitter end
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| Big business bickered
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| And they call for the three great stimulants
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| Of the exhausted ones
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| Artifice, brutality and innocence
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| Artifice and innocence
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| Oh these times, these times
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| Oh these changing times
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| Change in the heart of all mankind
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| Oh these troubled times |