All the boys who called their mothers on that day
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Were no tough bunch but they had the nerves to go and say
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That all your secrets were drowned
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with the pioneers who were flooded from this town
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They packed their bags only moments too late
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With the pounding waves crashing up against the weakened water gates
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Cause dire times call for dire faces
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So lovely dancer, call and answer
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Trade our places in the night
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We're running barefoot, you and I
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Dead lovers salivate
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Broken hearts tessellate tonight
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And all the kids who cut their knees on that old schoolyard fence
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Were holding out for posterity and self-defense
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We beat them down again
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There's no fun in playing cowboys for pretend
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We showed them what the backs of our hands is for
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The divide is clear in the coming year
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The rich will take the poor
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Cause dire times call for dire faces
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So lovely dancer, call and answer
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Trade our places in the night
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We're running barefoot, you and I
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Dead lovers salivate
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Broken hearts tessellate tonight
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Tessellate
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| Tokyo Police Club |
