| Well it’s late, and you know I’ve been up drinkin,
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| Talkin to myself up and down the hall.
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| Ain’t it great, another fabulous disaster.
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| Well I can’t wait, for the next hammer to fall.
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| You may have won this battle baby,
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| But it don’t mean I won’t win the war.
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| And you, you don’t even know what it is that you’re fightin for.
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| Well it’s early, I know you’ve been up waitin,
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| Waitin for me to finally call.
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| Talkin dirty, it ain’t what you really wanted,
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| So slam another phone up against the wall.
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| You may have won this battle baby,
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| But it don’t mean I won’t win the war.
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| And you, you don’t even know what it is that you’re fightin for.
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| Well think about me when you’re out there honey,
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| You know sometimes that I will.
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| Sometimes I feel like a broken stone rollin down your hill.
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| You may have won this battle baby,
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| But it don’t mean I won’t win the war.
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| And you, you don’t even know what it is that you’re fightin for. |