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the sun is shining
we should be making hay
but we`re dead from the waist down
like in california
victory is emptythere are lessons in defeat
but we`re dead from the waist down
we are sleeping on our feet
we stole the songs from the birds in trees
bought us time on easy street
now our paths,they never meet
we chose to court and flatter greed, ego disposability
i caught a glimpse, and it`s not me
make hay not warmake hay not war
make hay not war
or else we`re done for
and we`re dead from the w down
there`s no contracts binding
no bad scene beyone repair
but when you`re dead from the waist down
you`re too far gone to even care
we stole the songs from the birds in trees
bought us time on easy street
now our paths, they never meet
we chose to court and flatter greed, ego dispoability
i caught a glimpse, and it`s not me
make hay not war
make hay not war
make hay not war
or else we`re done for
and we`re dead from the waist down
the sun is shining
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