| Well I’ve been waking up at night
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| Hearing these sounds in the sky
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| It’s like they screeching into heaven
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| This long cold cry
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| I couldn’t tell you what it was
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| But I know that it ain’t right
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| And it keeps getting louder
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| Every night
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| Oh, oh, oh, strange times
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| Well she said, «Come, let’s take a picture
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| And let’s do another line
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| And we can talk about all that shit
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| Some other time
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| There’s a lot of girls here, Mike
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| And I know you like them girls
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| And they could all use some love
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| In this cold, cold world, look around»
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| Oh, oh, oh, strange times
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| Well some punk said, «Earth the new Rome
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| And this bitch is going down
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| You better know someone at NASA
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| If you think you’re gonna skip town
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| And I surely doubt you do
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| So you might as well enjoy
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| All the food and all the drugs
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| And all the girls and all the toys»
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| Oh, oh, oh, strange times
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| Well some gumper overheard us
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| Said, «Boy, you better get right
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| 'Cause they be coming down La Brea
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| Anyone of these nights
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| If you wanna be saved
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| Well you can come with me at night
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| And we’ll both be forgiven
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| For doing all these lines»
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| Oh, oh, oh, strange times
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| Some kid said, «Cocaine, church
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| It’s all the same to me
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| They cut down the love
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| And then they jack up the fee»
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| Well he can’t be coming back
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| 'Cause he never did leave
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| The second coming is a coming
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| But it’s you and it’s me
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| Oh, oh, oh, strange times |