| Me and my friends are like
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| The drums on «Lust for Life»
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| We pound it out on floor toms
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| Our psalms are sing-along songs
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| And this whole town is like this
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| Been that way our whole lives, just
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| Work at the mill until you die
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| Work at the mill, and then you die
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| We’re gonna build something this summer
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| (We're gonna build something this summer)
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| We’ll put it back together
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| Raise up a giant ladder
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| With love and trust and friends and hammers
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| (This summer!)
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| We’re gonna lean this ladder
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| Up against the water tower
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| Climb up to the top and drink and talk
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| (This summer!)
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| Me and my friends are like
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| «Double-whiskey coke, no ice»
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| We drink along in double-time
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| Might drink too much, but we feel fine
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| We’re gonna build something this summer
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| (Gonna build something this summer)
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| Summer, grant us all the power
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| To drink on top of water towers
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| With love and trust and shows all summer
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| (Get hammered!)
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| Let this be my annual reminder
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| That we can all be something bigger
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| I went to your schools, I did my detention
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| But the walls are so gray I couldn’t pay attention
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| I read your gospel, it moved me to tears
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| But I couldn’t find the hate, and I couldn’t find the fear
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| I met your savior, I knelt at his feet
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| And he took my ten bucks, and he went down the street
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| I tried to believe all the things that you said
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| But my friends that aren’t dying are already dead
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| Raise a toast to St. Joe Strummer
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| I think he might’ve been our only decent teacher
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| Getting older makes it harder to remember
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| We are our only saviors
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| We’re gonna build something this summer |