| Standing on the edge of the Palisades' Cliffs
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| In the shadow of the skyline very far away
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| Like a lightning rod that couldn’t pull the storm from me
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| I was 5 years old, my best friend’s older brother died
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| He fell from these cliffs
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| The river washed him away, the current pulled him downstream
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| And our lives float in the headlines, so we park these cars
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| Parent’s garage
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| Listen to the lullaby
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| Of carbon monoxide
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| War all of the time
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| In the shadow of the New York skyline
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| We grew up too fast, falling apart
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| Like the ashes of American flags
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| If the sun doesn’t rise
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| We’ll replace it with an H-bomb explosion
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| A painted jail cell of light in the sky
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| Like three-mile-island nightmares on TVs that sing us to sleep
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| They burn on and on like an oil field
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| Or a memory of what it felt like
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| To burn on and on and not just fade away
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| All those nights in the basement, the kids are still screaming
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| On and on and on and on
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| War all of the time
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| In the shadow of the New York skyline
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| We grew up too fast, falling apart
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| Like the ashes of American flags
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| And we’re blowing in the wind
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| We don’t know where to land
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| So we kiss like little kids
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| We used to be very tall buildings
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| We’ve been falling for so long
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| Now your eyes are a sign on the edge of town
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| They offer a welcome when you are leaving
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| War all of the time
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| In the shadow of the New York skyline
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| We grew up too fast, falling apart
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| Like the ashes of American flags
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| The pieces fall it’s like a last day parade
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| And the fires in our streets start to rage
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| So wave to those people who long to wave back
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| From the fabric of a flag that sang «love all of the time»
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| War all the time, war all the time
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| All of the time
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| War all the time, war all the time
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| All of the time
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| All of the time
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| War all of the time
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| War all of the time
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| War all of the time
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| War all of the time |