| It’s warlike in the streetlight
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| And we elbow our way through the pale night
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| It is everybody else’s dream
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| But not mine, I’m not that kind
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| It’s warlike in the streetlight
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| And things go a little impolite
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| What I said I won’t remember
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| But the answer kicked the flame
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| It’s warlike in the streetlight
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| And we elbow our way through the pale night
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| It’s warlike in the streetlight
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| And we elbow our way through the pale night
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| It’s warlike, warlike
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| Warlike, warlike
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| Warlike, warlike
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| The snap lock and the peacock
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| Librettos never promised that much luck
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| Push always comes to shove and
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| We’re dancing in red and blue corners
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| The bomb dropped and the horde rocked
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| Boom they all know I got knocked
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| It’s me against the 7 dwarfs
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| Yea, call it a setback
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| And everything she wove for me
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| And everything she wove for me
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| And everything she wove for me
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| And everything she wove for me
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| It’s warlike in the streetlight
|
| And we elbow our way through the pale night
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| It’s warlike in the streetlight
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| And we elbow our way through the pale night
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| It’s warlike, warlike
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| Warlike, warlike
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| Warlike, warlike
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| You tie everyone around you
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| A little fling
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| You pull the strings
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| And take them all down.
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| You tie everyone around you
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| Just no thing
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| To mask the sling
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| Then take them all down.
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| It’s warlike in the streetlight
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| And we elbow our way through the pale night
|
| It is everybody else’s dream
|
| But not mine, I’m not that kind
|
| It’s warlike in the streetlight
|
| And things go a little impolite
|
| What I said I won’t remember
|
| But the answer kicked the flame
|
| It’s warlike in the streetlight
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| It’s warlike in the streetlight
|
| You tie everyone around you
|
| A little fling
|
| You pull the strings
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| And take me down.
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| You tie everyone around you
|
| A little fling
|
| You pull the strings
|
| And take me down.
|
| You tie everyone around you
|
| A little fling
|
| You pull the strings
|
| And take them all down.
|
| You tie everyone around you
|
| Just no thing
|
| To mask the sling
|
| Then take them all down.
|
| It’s warlike in the streetlight
|
| And we elbow our way through the pale night
|
| It is everybody else’s dream
|
| But not mine, I’m not that kind
|
| It’s warlike in the streetlight
|
| And things go a little impolite
|
| What I said I won’t remember
|
| But the answer kicked the flame
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| It’s warlike in the streetlight
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| It’s warlike in the streetlight |