| Little white dogs in black and chains
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| Screaming indignation at your high class games
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| Till the lights go out
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| Shut your eyes and go back home
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| Cramped and shocked in leather jeans
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| Stoning priests and virgins 'cos they’re much too clean
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| for your new machine
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| Shut your eyes and go back home
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| Cause you’ve been sitting up all night long
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| Lying in wait where you don’t belong
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| Shooting up strangers
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| And I’ve been covering up for you
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| Making up songs you can see right through
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| Someone’s in danger, think I’m in danger
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| You play left handed for the revolution
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| You over-estimate the quick solution
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| But you’ll get there soon
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| Get ready for another Cold War
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| Another Cold War Oh oh
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| Another Cold War
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| Another Cold War Oh oh Oh Oh
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| But you get let down
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| when you ask for more
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| but you rescued me
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| So I won’t stop this automatic fire
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| Cause you’ve been sitting up all night long
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| Lying in wait where you don’t belong
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| Shooting up strangers
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| And I’ve been covering up for you
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| Making up songs you can see right through
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| Someone’s in danger, think I’m in danger
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| Is this a military state
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| Is this a military state I’m in |