| Pushing through the market square
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| So many mothers sighing
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| News had just come over
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| We had five years left to cry in
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| News guy wept and told us
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| Earth was really dying
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| Cried so much, his face was wet
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| Then I knew he was not lying
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| I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
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| Saw boys and toys, electric irons, TVs
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| My brain hurt like a warehouse
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| It had no room to spare
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| I had to cram so many things to store
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| Everything in there
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| And all the fat-skinny people
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| And all the tall-short people
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| And all the nobody people
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| And all the somebody people
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| I never thought I’d need so many people
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| A girl my age went off her head
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| Hit some tiny children
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| If the black hadn’t a-pulled her off
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| I think she would have killed them
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| I saw a soldier with a broken arm
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| Fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac
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| A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest
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| And a queer threw up at the sight of that
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| I think I saw you in an ice cream parlour
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| Drinking milkshakes cold and long
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| Smiling and waving and looking so fine
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| Don’t think you knew you were in this song
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| And it was cold, and it rained
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| So I felt like an actor
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| And I thought of Ma
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| And I wanted to get back there
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| Your face, your race, the way that you talk
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| I kiss you, you’re beautiful, I want you to walk
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| We got five years, stuck on my eyes
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| We got five years, what a surprise
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| We got five years, my brain hurts a lot
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| We got five years, that’s all we’ve got |