When the sun beats down on the cold cold ground
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in the city that has no name
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Where the clouds are black, and the cards are stacked
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and everybody knows the game
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Where the ice can snow, and the cold winds blow
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the clouds come back for more
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And then the sun pokes through, the sky turns blue
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remember what we came here for
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Sing!
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When the sun beats down on the cold cold ground
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in the city that has no soul
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Back when the world was round, and she made a sound
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that suddenly took control
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And now your blue suede shoes haven't payed their dues
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hoping better sense would prevail
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You try to turn the tide, try to look inside
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Your looking for the holy grail
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Sing!
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Remind me what we're here for
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So that's what it's come to this war
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When your heart beats down on the cold cold ground
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in the city that feels no pain
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The only place to hide from the world outside
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is buried inside your brain
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And you can pick or choose, you can win or lose
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everybody knows the score
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And when your loves embrace leaves a bitter taste
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keep coming back for more
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Sing!
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Remind me what we're here for
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So that's what it's come to this war
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Remind me what we're here for
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So that's what it's come to this war
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This war
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This war
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This war
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This war
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This war
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This war
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When the sun beats down on the cold cold ground
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When the sun beats down on the cold cold ground
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Sing!
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Remind me what we're here for
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So that's what it's come to this war
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Remind me what we're here for
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So that's what it's come to this war
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This war
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This war
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This war
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When the sun beats down on the cold cold ground
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When the sun beats down on the cold cold ground
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Sing!
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This War
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| Men Without Hats |
