Don¡¯t you dare say that you weren¡¯t warned
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that the end was coming soon.
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And your eyes shined like Oppenheimer's
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as he talks about the boom.
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And he don¡¯t even taste the food he eats anymore.
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And there¡¯s a space in place of where his heart was before.
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And he don¡¯t even taste the food he eats anymore.
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And she don¡¯t wanna dine alone
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And he don¡¯t wanna die alone.
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And she wants to live to eat.
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Don¡¯t you dare say that you weren¡¯t warned
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that the end was coming soon.
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And your eyes shined Enola Gay-like
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as you see the light of day.
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And he don¡¯t even taste the food he eats anymore.
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And there¡¯s a space in place of where his heart was before.
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And he don¡¯t even taste the food he eats anymore.
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And he don¡¯t wanna dine alone
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And she don¡¯t wanna die alone.
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And he wants to eat to live.
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You¡¯re an elegant little pelican.
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And all your sorrows are stacked
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amongst your nest of friends.
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And over time, defined by how you carry on.
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And all of the torch songs you keep inside.
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And all of the songs that hang in the night
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even after you¡¯re gone.
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Rabbit Habits
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| Man Man |
