| There’s a battleship parked in the river
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| Reenacting open doors, open arms, then open fire
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| There are mushroom clouds and machine-gunned copters descending
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| In the snap crackle pop fizzle of the fireworks
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| As they blast into the night air breathed in by innumerable passengers
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| Screaming «We Are Number One.»
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| Independence Day, our freedom is won
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| To choose our own way, when to go, what’s to come
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| But with each tie we break, there is sacrifice
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| How many lives will it take? |
| How many loves just must die
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| There’s a man I just met, he hasn’t kissed me yet
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| He reminds me of someone else, only better
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| But I’m made out Of wax, so easy to impress
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| Am I melting too fast, dripping into your lips
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| Because all my heroes have turned human this year
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| Slinking 'round pool tables, sinking into unfabled stupors
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| Whispering in the night air or into some girl’s hair
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| «I Am Number One.»
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| There’s a battleship parked in the Charles River
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| Shooting off fireworks that light up the world
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| Then fall in the water
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| My love’s next to me, head full of the next century
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| And wondering whether there’ll be a wedding tomorrow
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| And the secret smoke signals
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| In the aftermath of gunpowder
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| Seem the most significant indication of what’s to come |