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Here's to the Atom Bomb
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Written by Billy Corgan
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away to the side you move your head
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gravity fingers dig in your back
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the strangest man won't let you breathe
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rocking on you in a movie scene
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his words fill your mouth
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his guests bleed sick
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devoid of touch
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he lets out to the streets where you were raised
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sittin' home waiting for the coming age
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you had to wait your turn
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you had to wait your turn
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wake up early, wash up late
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satellites connect you to your hate
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your patience grows but your skin is thin
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the pager signals they're coming in
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through the hole in the wall
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you left the hole in the wall
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here's to the atom bomb
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may everyone find a way to get on
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a little piece of heaven is all you seek
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in the same old re-run week after week
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their faces make you want to kill
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the little piece of heaven singin' on the windowsill
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no lights can turn you on
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pixelate the night
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reading the words
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of your eyes on the streets where you were born
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sittin' home waiting for the coming dawn
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near the hole in the wall
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you left a hole in the wall
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Atom Bomb
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| The Smashing Pumpkins |
