| I’m tired of your psychology
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| To bring me to my bended knees
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| And if I could only talk to you
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| I’m sure that I could make you see
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| 'cause time has a way
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| Of bringing even mountains down, down, down
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| Storm clouds are coming
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| I suggest you head for higher ground
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| I say you’re a thing of the past
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| And you ain’t gonna last
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| No matter what you say or do
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| It’s all caught up to you
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| You’re duty-free, you’re tax-exempt
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| You party with the president
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| And you dance the dance so naturally
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| Why not believe you’re heaven-sent
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| But time has a way of bringing
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| Even mountains down, down, down
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| There’s a storm cloud a-comin'
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| I insist you head for higher ground
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| You talk talk and you get so intense
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| That you almost make sense
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| And that’s what scares me the most
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| You as the host of celebrity lies
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| It’s prime time, baby
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| Can’t you see in my eyes, it’s a
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| Cold war-runnin' in the streets
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| Everybody you meet knows
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| It’s going down, don’t you know
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| Cold war-blowing in the air
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| Everyone everywhere says it’s time
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| To get ready for a cold war
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| Don’t you look now
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| But the skinny boy’s becoming a man
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| You say it’s the luck of the draw
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| And you can’t have it all
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| And I’ll die young trying to make it
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| Into something that ain’t gonna last
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| You ought to reconsider
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| 'cause I’m coming fast with a
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| Cold war-running in the streets
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| Everybody you meet
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| Know’s it’s going down, don’t you know
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| Cold war-blood is in the air
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| Everyone everywhere says it’s time
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| To get ready for a cold war-looking at me
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| From behind every tree
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| There’s a scared man running from a
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| Cold war-don't you look now
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| But the skinny boy’s a streetfighting man
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| Try as you will, you can’t escape the chill
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| That penetrates your clothing
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| Demanding that you feel
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| All the trouble that surrounds you
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| The bad mixed with the good
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| The heartless bits of data waiting to be understood
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| Information central promptly processed your request
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| The task we’re told honestly requires you acquiesce
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| Well, blind faith put you where you are now
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| You’re a selfish old cow gettin' high on society’s milk
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| We pay your bills, life should be so tough
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| You’d better watch your fat ass, 'cause we’ve had enough!
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| With this cold war-running in the streets
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| Everybody you meet
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| Knows it’s going down, don’t you know
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| Cold war-blood is in the air
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| Everyone everywhere says it’s time
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| To get ready for a cold war-looking at me
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| From behind every tree
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| There’s a scared man running from a
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| Cold war-don't you look now
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| But the skinny boy’s a streetfighting man |