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Stockpiling Weaponry
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Tripod:
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I watch a weary old man with his briefcase,
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Each year of city life a wrinkle on his tired face.
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Is this the man that I will turn into?
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Then I think of you.
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Somewhere across the city,
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You are on a train,
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Looking at a wrinkled lady.
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We should get out of here, baby.
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We'll take the road out to the countryside, my dear,
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Where the mountains go forever and the birds are always near.
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We'll build a better life, we'll leave the city far behind us.
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Living where the outside world will never find us...
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Stockpiling weaponry.
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Lai, lai, lai-lai, lai-lai... bazookas... lai, lai-lai,
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Lai, lai, lai... hand grenades... lai, lai, lai, lai, lai-lai,
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Lai, lai, lai-lai, lai... booby traps... lai, lai, lai-lai,
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Lai... bunker network... lai, lai-lai, lai-lai, lai-lai.
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Lai, lai, lai-lai, lai-lai, lai, lai, lai-lai, lai... guns,
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Lai, lai, lai-lai... black helicopters... lai, lai-lai,
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Lai, lai, lai-lai, lai-lai, lai, lai, lai-lai, lai, lai...
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