| Down in the lowlands to the top of the hill
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| Don’t know what’s comin', but we know that it will
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| Blind in benares, deaf and dumb in la Hiding in africa, but nobody gets away
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| Give it up one more time for the king of soul
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| Let the good times roll, bring it on, bring it on Dusk 'til dawn, the landlady’s gone
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| Send the bill to the government, pack it in cement
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| Babies and bachelors, fishes, cabbages, and queens
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| Can’t hear it comin', but we know what it means
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| Boats upon the ocean, every plane in the air
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| Never know just how or when, but we always know where
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| Take it from the ground up, this is the last roundup
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| You can’t win, and you can’t break even
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| You can’t be leavin’the game anyway
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| You’ve got to stay 'cause we came to play
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| It’s a new gene, a new wavelength, or maybe it’s a virus
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| Put the fire in us and inspire us To trust and lust for the good life
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| And all that is required of us Turn to the headline news as if we had a right to choose
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| To have no views as the rocket’s red glare pollutes the air,
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| And we swear that it can’t happen here
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| And we’ll never be there
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| We got the right to know, which means
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| We got the right to misunderstand
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| And slant the plan to help our hand and man
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| They call it a culture, but it sucks you in like quicksand
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| Killer bees finally make it to tokyo
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| Juliet never made it with romeo
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| But check out the video later
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| Terminator iii’s gonna preview the next fifty years or so |