| When the sun beats down on the cold cold ground
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| In the city that has no name
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| Where the clouds are black, and the cards are stacked
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| And everybody knows the game
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| Where the ice can snow, and the cold winds blow
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| The clouds come back for more
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| And then the sun pokes through, the sky turns blue
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| Remember what we came here for
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| Sing!
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| When the sun beats down on the cold cold ground
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| In the city that has no soul
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| Back when the world was round, and she made a sound
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| That suddenly took control
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| And now your blue suede shoes haven’t payed their dues
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| Hoping better sense would prevail
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| You try to turn the tide, try to look inside
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| Your looking for the holy grail
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| Sing!
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| Remind me what we’re here for
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| So that’s what it’s come to this war
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| When your heart beats down on the cold cold ground
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| In the city that feels no pain
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| The only place to hide from the world outside
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| Is buried inside your brain
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| And you can pick or choose, you can win or lose
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| Everybody knows the score
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| And when your loves embrace leaves a bitter taste
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| Keep coming back for more
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| Sing!
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| Remind me what we’re here for
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| So that’s what it’s come to this war
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| Remind me what we’re here for
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| So that’s what it’s come to this war
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| This war
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| This war
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| This war
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| This war
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| This war
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| This war
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| When the sun beats down on the cold cold ground
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| When the sun beats down on the cold cold ground
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| Sing!
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| Remind me what we’re here for
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| So that’s what it’s come to this war
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| Remind me what we’re here for
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| So that’s what it’s come to this war
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| This war
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| This war
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| This war
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| When the sun beats down on the cold cold ground
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| When the sun beats down on the cold cold ground
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| Sing! |