(Springfield)
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I wake up every night (to the sound)
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To the sound of breaking glass
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Got troops in the bed
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And tanks in the hall
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I kidnapped and held for ransom (the one in me)
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The one in me that you loved
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We wit for the fall
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And put emotional bullet holes in the wall
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And we both
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Keep sending signals all is well:
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"Wish you were here"
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Honeymoon in Beirut
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Although I keep on sending postcards
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from heaven (tell me)
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Why do I stay (I don't know)
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Honeymoon in Beirut
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And we still keep pretending
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sixes are sevens (tell me)
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Why can't we say
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There is no honeymoon
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(this is no honeymoon) no
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This is no honeymoon
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(there is no honeymoon) no
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Honeymoon in Beirut
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there are no peace talks pending,
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no quarter given (there's just)
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blood on the bed, where there used to be love
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Strategy and maneuvers (have replaced)
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Any love that was here
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We have dinner in silence
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And bullets with beer
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I don't know what you want (my defeat)
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Or complete surrender
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Or peace in our time
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While in bed we draw the battle line
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And we sit, out in the rain
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Writing cards to friends back home
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The weather is fine
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[Chorus]
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And we stand out in the rain
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Smiling as we sink like a stone
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And hope for the end (whatever it is)
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[Chorus]
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Honeymoon In Beirut
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| Rick Springfield |
