The sun is shining
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We should be making hay
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But we're dead from the waist down
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Like in California
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Victory is empty
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There are lessons in defeat
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But we're dead from the waist down
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We are sleeping on our feet
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We stole the songs from birds in trees
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Bought us time on easy street
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Now our paths, they never meet
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We chose to court and flatter greed, ego disposability
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I caught a glimpse, and it's not me
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Make hay not war
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Make hay not war
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Make hay not war
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Or else we're done for
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And we're D from the W down
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There's no contracts binding
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No bad scene beyond repair
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But when you're dead from the waist down
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You're too far gone to even care
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We stole the songs from birds in trees
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Bought us time on easy street
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Now our paths, they never meet
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We chose to court and flatter greed, ego disposability
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I caught a glimpse, and it's not me
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Make hay not war
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Make hay not war
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Make hay not war
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Or else we're done for
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And we're D from the W down
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Make hay not war
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Make hay not war
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Make hay not war
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Or else we're done for
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And we're D from the W down
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And we're D from the W down
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We're D from the W down
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D from the W down
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And we're D from the W down
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The sun is shining
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Dead from the Waist Down (Radio Version)
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| Catatonia |
