| The sun came up with no conclusion
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| Flowers sleeping in their beds
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| This city’s cemetery’s humming
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| I’m wide-awake, it’s morning
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| I have my drugs, I have my woman
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| They keep away my loneliness
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| My parents have they have their religion
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| But sleep in separate houses
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| I read the body count out of the paper
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| And now it’s written all over my face
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| No one ever plans to sleep out in the gutter
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| Sometimes that’s just the most comfortable place
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| So I’m drinking, breathing, writing, singing
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| Everyday I’m on the clock
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| My mind races with all my longings
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| But cant keep up with what I got
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| I hope I don’t sound too ungrateful
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| What history gave modern man
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| A telephone to talk to strangers
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| Machine guns and a camera lens
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| So when you’re asked to fight a war that’s over nothing
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| It’s best to join the side that’s gonna win
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| And no one’s sure how all of this got started
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| But we’re gonna make them goddam certain how its gonna end
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| Oh ya we will, oh ya we will!
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| Well I could have been a famous singer
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| If I had someone else’s voice
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| But failure’s always sounded better
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| Lets fuck it up boys, make some noise!
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| The sun came up with no conclusion
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| Flowers sleeping in their beds
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| This city’s cemetery’s humming
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| I’m wide-awake, it’s morning |