| Hey baby
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| Hey baby
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| Maybe I was born sick
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| In a castle on top of the world
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| Maybe the whole gang is better off
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| Makin' money out fightin' a war
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| Terminal motion
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| Keeps spinnin' me around
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| Temporary devotion
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| With a picket fence and a rowdy crowd
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| Well I was sure that everything was goin' fine
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| Until you took the shot and killed me with your mind
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| I’m a man and I wanna be honest
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| I’m better than I used to be
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| But now the whole world is wired up
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| On the red, white, and the green
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| And all the boys and girls are growin' up
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| In a strange American dream
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| Temperature risin'
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| And the water tastes like blood
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| Look at all of the sensitive people
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| Screamin' from their yards
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| And my neighbor down the street
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| With the pretty face and the rubber jaw
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| Has plenty there to eat
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| But she don’t share nothin' at all
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| Well I was sure that everything was goin' fine
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| Until you took the shot and killed me with your mind
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| I’m a man and I wanna be honest
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| I’m better than I used to be
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| But now the whole world is wired up
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| On the red, white, and the green
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| And all the boys and girls are growin' up
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| In a strange American dream
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| This ain’t nothin' like
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| What I thought it’d be like
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| When I was a little kid
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| I drew dinosaurs fightin' wars
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| Behind the doors I reinforced with
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| Red, yellow and green
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| From all the cameras in front of us
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| I couldn’t tell you what it is I see
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| So I close my eyes and realize
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| That I’m alive deep inside this
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| Strange American dream
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| But now the whole world is wired up
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| On the red, white, and the green
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| And all the boys and girls, yeah they’re growin' up
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| In a strange
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| In a strange
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| In a strange American dream |