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White Coats
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(Sullivan/Heaton/Harris)
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Well we know what makes the flowers grow
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But we don't know why
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And we all have the knowledge of DNA
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But we still die
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We perch so thin and fragile here
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Upon the land
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And the earth that moves beneath us
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We don't understand
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So we rush towards the judgment day
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When She reclaims
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A toast to the Luddite martyrs then
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Who died in vain
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Down at the lab they're working still
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Finishing off
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How do we tell the people in the white coats
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Enough is enough is enough is enough?
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Ch:
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Hey, hey I listen to you pray
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As if some help will come
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Hey, hey She will dance on our graves
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When we are dead and gone
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When we are dead and gone
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You and I we made no suicide pact
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We didn't want to die
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But we watch the wall, little darling
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While the chemical trucks go by
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This desperate initiation now
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Of innocence
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Those last few days at Jonestown
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Ain't got nothing on this
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Ch
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Now beneath the fitted carpets
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Beyond the padded cells
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Within these crimes of passion
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The naked truth She dwells
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And this fury's just a part
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And this thunder's just a part
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Desire is just a part
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The cracking ice, the splitting rock
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Ch
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Hey, hey to the suicide day
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The blind man blunders on
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Hey, hey She will dance on our graves
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When we are dead and gone
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As children learn about the world
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We built that wall of sand
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Along the beach we laboured hard
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With our brave hands
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We worked until the sun went down
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Beneath the waves
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And the tide came rolling splashing in
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Washed the wall away
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How do we tell the people in the white coats
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Enough is enough?
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White Coats
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| New Model Army |
