| Well, now you’re tellin' us that we’re wrong
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| And you tell us not to sing our song
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| Nothing we can say will make you see
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| You got a heart of stone
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| You can never feel
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| You say, oh I’m not afraid — it can’t happen to me
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| I’ve lived my life as a good man
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| No you’re out of your mind
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| It won’t happen to me
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| 'cuz I’ve carried my weight
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| And I’ve been a strong man
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| But listen to the man in the liquor stor
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| He yelling, anybody wanna drink before the war?
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| And your parents paid you through
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| You got a nice big car
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| Nothin' bothers you
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| Somebody cut out your eyes
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| You refuse to see
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| Somebody cut out your heart you refuse to feel
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| And you live in a shell
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| You create your own hell
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| You live in the past and talk about war
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| And you dig your own grave
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| But it’s a life you can save
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| So start gettin' fast
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| It’s not gonna happen
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| And you’ll cry
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| But you’ll never fall no, no, no You’re building a world
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| Gotta break it down
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| Start again
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| No, no, no — it won’t happen to us We’ve lived our lives
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| Basically have been good men
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| So stop talking of war
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| 'cuz you know we’re heard it all before
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| Why don’t you go out there and do something useful
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| But listen to the man in the liquor store
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| He yellin', anybody wanna drink before the war?
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| Anybody wanna drink before the war?
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| Anybody wanna drink before the war? |