| You can have Washington, I’ll take New Jersey
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| You can have London but I want New York City
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| I should get Providence, I’ve got a job now
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| Los Angeles — obvious — that’s where you belong now
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| You can have Africa, Asia, Australia
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| As long as you keep your hands off Cafe Pamplona
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| We can split Germany right down the middle
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| You’d hate it there, anyway
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| Take Berlin and we’ll call it even
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| You can have all of the carry-on baggage
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| I’ll trade the Saskia jokes for the alphabet language
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| And special occasions we’ll split between parents
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| Who forced us to hate them on alternating weekends
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| You call it over and I call you psycho
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| Significant other?
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| Just say we were lovers and we’ll call it even
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| We’ll call it even
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| I am the Ground Zero, ex-friend you ordered
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| Disguised as a hero to get past your borders
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| I know when I’m wanted I’ll leave if you ask me to
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| Mind my own business and speak when I’m spoken to
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| I am the tower around which you orbited
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| I am not proud I am just taking orders
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| I fall to the ground within hours of impact
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| I hit back when hit
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| And attack when attacked
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| You get Route 2 between Concord and Lexington
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| I want Mass. Ave. from the Square to my apartment
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| And if we should meet through some misunderstanding
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| I’ll be very sweet, very patient and forgiving
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| (Now get off my side of the state)
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| And if we should see one another in passing
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| Despite these techniques there is sometimes no avoiding
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| (There must be some kind of mistake)
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| We’ll raise high our white flags and bow heads and shake hands
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| Declaring the land we’re on un-American
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| We’ll call it even
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| We’ll call it even
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| I am the tower around which you orbited
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| I am not proud I am just taking orders
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| I fall to the ground within hours of impact
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| I hit back when hit
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| And attack when attacked
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| And I am an accident waiting to happen
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| I’m laughing like mad as you strangle the captain
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| My place may be taken, but make no mistake
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| From a little black box I can say without shame
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| That you’ve lost
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| That you’ve lost
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| Do you know what you’ve lost?
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| So take whatever you’d like
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| I’ll strike like the States on fire
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| You won’t sleep very tight
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| No hiding
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| No safe covers
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| Make your bed and now lie
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| Just like you always do
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| You can fake it for the papers but I’m onto you |