| We’re gonna wake this city tonight
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| Oh, watch it burn into the twilight
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| I said hey, hey, hey this is our birthright
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| To be bought and sold, shipped off ready to die. |
| We’re ready to fight.
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| We’re going bom bom bom. |
| Bom bom away bom.
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| Bom bom, bom bom.
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| We go bom bom, bom bom away bom. |
| Bom bom, bom bom.
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| I can’t drink or drive a tank at nineteen
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| So I set off to join the U.S. Army
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| The first time I left my country
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| I felt the desert sand marchin' under my feet. |
| Come march with me.
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| We’re going bom bom bom. |
| Bom bom away bom.
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| Bom bom, bom bom.
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| We go bom bom, bom bom away bom. |
| Bom bom, bom bom.
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| We’re gonna take this city tonight
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| We’re gonna shake this city 'til broad daylight
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| We’re gonna take this city tonight
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| We’re gonna shake this city 'til broad daylight
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| Shake it. |
| Oh shake it.
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| I said: No NYC, Los Angeles
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| No Saint Louis, no New Orleans
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| No you and me, no you and me, no sympathy
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| Cause we’re gonna bring them, bring them to their knees
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| We go bom bom bom, bom bom away bom. |
| Bom bom, bom bom.
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| We go bom bom, bom bom away bom. |
| Bom bom, bom bom.
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| We’re gonna take this city tonight
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| We’re gonna shake this city 'til broad daylight
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| We’re gonna take this city tonight
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| We’re gonna shake this city 'til broad daylight
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| Shake it. |
| No brights lights, no more big city.
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| Shake it. |
| No brights lights, no more big city.
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| Shake it. |
| No brights lights, no more big city.
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| Shake it. |
| No brights lights, no more big city |