| I always loved cruel women
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| And you loved cruel men
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| So it didn’t seem like we were made for each other
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| In the days back then
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| Still everything seemed right according to its laws
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| Now I’m just another idiot
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| On a boat called sticky paws
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| I may be old, I may be cheap
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| But I still have steel-blue eyes
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| That feature has not always helped me
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| Under doomy skies
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| Bombs away
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| The happy ones
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| Peace on earth
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| And the doors
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| And every time I pass St Vincent
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| I can hear the sisters call
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| The flag I sail under must be blank
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| Until all empires fall
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| Won’t you visit me some time I think we should meet again
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| According to our laws on a boat called sticky paws
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| I may be old, I may be cheap
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| But I still have steel-blue eyes
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| That feature has not always helped me
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| Under doomy skies
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| Till misconception has proven wrong
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| My sweet and strange companion
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| Like any other unread book
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| I offer you your vengeance
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| Bombs away (peace on earth, and the doors)
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| Bombs away
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| Bombs away
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| The dear happy ones are near
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| Bombs away / bombs away / the happy ones / peace on earth / and the doors |
| Bombs away / the happy ones / peace on earth / and the doors
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| Bombs away
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| (my dear) the happy ones (are near)
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| Peace on earth (and on the moon)
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| And the doors (are closing soon) |