| I write to give word the war is over
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| Send my cinders home to mother
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| They gave me a medal for my valor
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| Leaden trumpets spit the soot of power they say
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| «I'm on your side when nobody is
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| 'Cause nobody is Come sit right here and sleep while I slip
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| Poison in your ear»
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| We are waiting on a telegram to give us news of the fall
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| I am sorry to report dear Paris is burning after all
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| We have taken to the streets in open rejoice revolting
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| We are dancing a black waltz fair Paris is burning after all
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| Oh no Enclosed in this letter there’s a picture
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| Black and white for your refrigerator
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| Sticks and stones have made me smarter
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| It’s words that cut me under my armor they say
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| «I'm on your side when nobody is
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| 'Cause nobody is Come sit right here and sleep while I slip
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| Poison in your ear»
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| We are waiting on a telegram to give us news of the fall
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| I am sorry to report dear Paris is burning after all
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| We have taken to the streets in open rejoice revolting
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| We are dancing a black waltz fair Paris is burning after all
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| Oh no Dance poor people dance and drown
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| Dance fair Paris to the ground
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| Dance poor people dance and drown
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| Dance fair Paris ashes now
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| Dance poor people dance and drown
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| Dance fair Paris to the ground
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| Dance poor people dance and drown
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| Dance fair Paris ashes now… |