Cold War

Cold War
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Cold War

I'm tired of your psychology
To bring us to our bended knees
And if we could only talk to you
I'm sure that we could make you see

'Cause time has a way of bringing even mountains down, down, down
Storm clouds are coming, I suggest you head for higher ground

Well, I say you're a thing of the past
And you ain't gonna last
No matter what you say or do
It's all caught up to you

You're duty-free, you're tax-exempt
You party with the President
And you dance the dance so naturally
Why not believe you're heaven-sent?

But time has a way of bringing even mountains down, down, down
There's a storm cloud a-comin', I insist you head for higher ground

You talk, talk and you get so intense
That you almost make sense
And that's what scares me the most
You as the host of celebrity lies
It's prime time, baby, can't you see in my eyes? It's a

(Cold War) running in the streets
Everybody you meet knows it's going down, don't you know?
(Cold War) blood is in the air
Everyone everywhere says it's time to get ready for a
(Cold War) don't you look now, but the skinny boy's becoming a man

You say it's the luck of the draw and you can't have it all
And I'll die young trying to make it
Into something that ain't gonna last
You ought to reconsider 'cause I'm coming fast with a

(Cold War) running in the streets
Everybody you meet knows it's going down, don't you know?
(Cold War) blood is in the air
Everyone everywhere says it's time to get ready for a
(Cold War) looking at me from behind every tree
There's a scared man running from a
(Cold War) don't you look now but the skinny boy's a street fighting man, oh

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