Pushing thru the market square, so many mothers sighing
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News had just come over, we had five years left to cry in
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News guy wept and told us, earth was really dying
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Cried so much his face was wet, then I knew he was not lying
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I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
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I saw boys, toys, electric irons and t.v.s
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My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare
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I had to cram so many things to store everything in there
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And all the fat-skinny people, and all the tall-short people
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And all the nobody people, and all the somebody people
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I never thought I'd need so many people
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A girl my age went off her head, hit some tiny children
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If the black hadn't a-pulled her off, I think she would have killed them
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A soldier with a broken arm, fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac
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A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest, and a queer threw up at the sight of that
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I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour, drinking milk shakes, cold and long
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Smiling and waving and looking so fine, don't think
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You knew you were in this song
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And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor
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And I thought of ma and I wanted to get back there
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Your face, your race, the way that you talk
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I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk
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We've got five years, stuck on my eyes
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Five years, what a surprise
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We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
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Five years, that's all we've got
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We've got five years, what a surprise
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Five years, stuck on my eyes
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We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
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Five years, that's all we've got
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We've got five years, stuck on my eyes
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Five years, what a surprise
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We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
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Five years, that's all we've got
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We've got five years, what a surprise
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We've got five years, stuck on my eyes
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We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
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Five years, that's all we've got
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Five years
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Five years
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Five years
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Five years
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Five Years
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| The Enemy |
