It's always raining over the border
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there's been a plane crash out there
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in the wheatfields
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they're picking up the pieces
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we could go and look
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and stare
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How many friends have we over there ?
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the border guards fight unconvincingly
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whatever we do
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it seems things are arranged
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we always have to feed the enemy
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You could dance for me
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and punch me through
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dance for me
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We watched them trash thee last camera
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glued to all our TV's
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the actors on the replay
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trying again to touch you and me
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But they always seem to know
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exactly what they're talking about
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now they've got you in a corner
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you've got no room to move
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you've got no room for doubt
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that's exactly what they're talking about
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now they're got you in a corner
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no room to move
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no room for doubt
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Feed The Enemy
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