Living through another Cuba
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it's 1961 again and we are piggy in the middle
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while war is polishing his drum and peace plays second fiddle
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Russia and America are at each other's throats
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but don't you cry
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just on your knees and pray, and while you're
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down there, kiss your arse goodbye
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We're the bulldog on the fence
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while others play their tennis overhead
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it's hardly love all and somebody might
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wind up red or dead
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pour some oil on the water quick
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it doesn't really matter where from
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he love me, he loves me not
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he's pulling fins from an atom bomb
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This phenomenon happens every 20 years or so
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if they're not careful your watch won't be the
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only thing with a radioactive glow
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I'll stick my fingers in my ears
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and hope they make it up before too late
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if we get through this lot alright
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they're due for replay, 1998
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Living Through Another Cub
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| XTC |
