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Living through another Cubait's 1961 again and we are piggy in the middlewhile war is polishing his drum and peace plays second fiddle
Russia and America are at each other's throatsbut don't you cryjust on your knees and pray, and while you'redown there, kiss your arse goodbye
We're the bulldog on the fencewhile others play their tennis overheadit's hardly love all and somebody mightwind up red or deadpour some oil on the water quickit doesn't really matter where fromhe love me, he loves me nothe's pulling fins from an atom bomb
This phenomenon happens every 20 years or soif they're not careful your watch won't be theonly thing with a radioactive glow
I'll stick my fingers in my earsand hope they make it up before too lateif we get through this lot alrightthey're due for replay, 1998
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