if we can call them friends we can call them on red telephones
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and they won't pretend that they're too busy or they're not alone
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if we can call them friends we can call
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holler at 'em down these hallowed halls
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but we can't let the human factor fail to be a factor at all
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don't
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don't you worry
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about the atmosphere
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or any sudden pressure change
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'cause I know
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that it's starting
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to get warm in here
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and things are
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starting to get strange
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and did you
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did you see how
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all our friends were there
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drinkin' roses from the can
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how
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how I wish I
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I had talked to them
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and wished they
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fit into my plan
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and we were tired of being mild
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oh so tired of being mild
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we were so tired
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I know we're gonna meet someday in the crumbled financial institutions of this land
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there will be tables and chairs
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pony rides and dancing bears
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there'll even be a band
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'cause listen after the fall there'll be no more countries
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no currencies at all
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we're gonna live on our wits
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throw away survival kits
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trade butterfly knives for adderal
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and that's not all
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woah!
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there will be snacks, there will
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there will be snacks!
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Tables and Chairs
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Andrew Bird |