| Hey!
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| Hey there son
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| Said theres something wrong
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| With the tv mum, oh
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| It keeps ya warm, static glow
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| And Mrs Milk, with her Sunday prayers
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| And her sheets of silk, oh
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| You think she don’t care, anymore
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| (Pre Chorus)
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| If you don’t, than I do
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| Cause I hate the way it feels
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| The kids are alright
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| With the bombs going off
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| They’re still asleep at night, yeah
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| The kids are alright, anymore
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| Well listen
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| It’s ignorance that keeps ya warm at night
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| See theres a, theres a war going on
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| And it just don’t phase my mind
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| Cause it all plays out on those tv screens
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| Just like Hollywood in front of me
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| You know it, it don’t seem right
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| But it’s not my war to fight
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| (Pre Chorus)
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| If you don’t, than I do
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| Cause I hate the way it feels
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| (Instrumental break)
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| (Outro)
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| I’d like to thank you man!
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| I’d like to thank you man!
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| Cause everything is so fucked |