This is a song that came upon me
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One night
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When the news it had been telling me
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About one more war and one more fight
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And 'aeh' I sighed but then
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I thought about my friends
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Then I wrote this declaration
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Just in case the world end
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Our guns
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We shot them in the things we said
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Ah we didn't need no bullets
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Cos we rely on some words instead
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Kill someone in argument
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Outwit them with our brains
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And we'd kill ourselves laughing
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At the funny things we'd say
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And bombs
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We had them saved for special times
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When the crew would call a shakedown
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We break down a party landmine
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Women that so sexy
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They explode us with their looks
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Ah we blowing up some speakers
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Jumping round till the ground shook
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And missiles
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They were the roadtrips that we launched
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T-t-tripping across this island
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Starting missions at the break of dawn
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Yawn and smile say
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'what direction shall we take?'
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'Somewhere where it warm and wet'
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This be the route we'd always take and
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Our weapons were our instruments
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Made from timber and steel
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We never yielded to conformity
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But stood like kings
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In a chariot that's riding on a
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Record wheel
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And our airforce flying
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When the frisbee in the sky
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Have a session while we're smoking
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Now we're feeling extra high
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And we'd sneak into a carpark
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With the skaties on our back
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And we're flying down the levels howling
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'on the attack now on the attack'
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And battles
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They happened in these dancehalls
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See we'd rather fight with music
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Choosing when the rhythm warms
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Battle at these shakedowns
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And we battle at these gigs
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We do battle in our bedrooms
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Made some sweet love to the beat
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Then our allies grew
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Wherever we would roam
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See whenever we're together
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Any stranger feel at home
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In a way we are an army
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But this army not destruct
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No instead we're doing simple things
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Good loving find it run amuck
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This be a declaration
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Written about my friends
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It's engraved into this song
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So they know I'm not forgetting them
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See maybe if the world contained
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More people like these
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Then the news would not be telling me
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About all that warfare endlessly and
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Our weapons were our instruments
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Made from timber and steel
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We never yielded to conformity
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But stood like kings
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In a chariot that's riding on
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A record wheel
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The Chariot
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| The Cat Empire |
