The American situation
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Is on our minds again
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And I don't know if I've been here before
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We would try to go to sleep
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But we're running around in circles
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For fear of falling down we can't get up
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And I wait for the morning light
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To burn away the slings and arrows
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flying through the night
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And I am home
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But I am not a man
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They will try to take the things
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That you can't hold down with your hands
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So hold them down
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A war across an ocean
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Is like a dream from which you've woken
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If you don't like what you see
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then go to sleep
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But the smell of smoke is in your hair
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And your heavy heart is always there
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It's always there
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It's always there
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It's always there
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And I wait for the morning light
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To burn away the slings and arrows
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flying through the night
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And I am home
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But I am not a man
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They will try to take your crown
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If you can't hold it down
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In the darkness of the winter time
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I will try to take you home
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In the long grass of evening time
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And I wait for the morning light
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To burn away the slings and arrows
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flying through the night
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And we must wait for this to pass us by
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And I will try to close my eyes
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I will try to close my eyes
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And I wait for the morning light
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To burn away the slings and arrows
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flying through the night
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And I am home
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But I am not a man
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I will try to take you home
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If you can't hold it down
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So hold it down
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So hold it down
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah
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Morning Light
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Eskimo Joe |