| I’ve been burning the buildings
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| With numbers all noted
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| Safely locked away for the lives they’ll surely help save
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| I’ve been forgetting your name
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| Apocalyptic waves have my brain
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| When the earth it crumbles, I’ll never hear it again
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| Fair-weather flags will wave
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| Our minds do forever change
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| Caught up in that deep-end dream again
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| And my head it is pounding
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| From the ashes surrounding
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| All our eyes and ears as we all live our lives in fear
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| Let’s walk away from this grave
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| And from the notion that being foolish is being brave
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| Fair-weather flags will wave
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| Our minds do forever change
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| Caught up in that deep-end dream again
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| Nuclear war, hot trouble
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| Your lips will boil and bubble
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| Apathetic to the struggle
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| Your heart will break on the double
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| Nuclear war, hot trouble
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| Your lips will boil and bubble
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| Apathetic to the struggle
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| Your heart will break on the double
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| Open your sores quick cutter
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| Dead sisters and dead brothers
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| Archaic hearts flutter
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| For our love for the gutter |