“Drop dead, it doesn’t matter,?she said
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“It only hurts when I laugh,?she said
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“Sometimes it’s never a crime
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“To spend the day in bed?
She made certain that the curtains were red
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To dream better by the light they would shed
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She leaned back, tilted her head
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And this is what she said?
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“You can’t win; think it over again
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“I can’t win; look at the trouble I’m in
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“We can’t win and we’re stuck here together
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“Yeah, I hope it will last forever.?
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“Don’t ever dare to hope,?he said
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“So I’m never let down too bad
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“I know there’s nowhere to go
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“So I’ll just stay here, instead?
He knew better than to pull at a thread
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They unravel like the thoughts in his head
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He looked out; it filled him with dread
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And this is what he said?
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[Chorus]
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With good books and looks on their side
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And hearts bursting with national pride
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They sang songs and went along for the ride
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And the other side complied
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They said, "Hey, man, where do you reside?"
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"And could it be mother’s superior lied?"
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"And is it possible too many have died?"
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It’s only natural to reply
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[Chorus]
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Boot Stamping On A Human Face Forever
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Bad Religion |