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Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba baBa ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba baBa ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba baBa ba ba ba ba ba ba baIt's war, she said,As she turned on the t.v setTuned in, through the stormTo the nightly news reel showWhere a voice conformed our fearsAs she stifled back the tearsAnd declared she'd watched the highlightsOn t.v!Count to three I'll be back home soonCount to threeWhat gods are these'To justify these deedsNot mine, I'm sureCould this really be the cure'And we're dancing in the streetsAnd kissing that boys feetAs your love begins to flowSongtexteOn your breakfast t.v showWe flew for hoursAnd we all took communal showersAnd we wondered at the heatAs our boots melted to our feetAnd I darn the armored vestWalked out with all the restStraight into what I thought must beA dream!Count to three I'll be back home soonCount to threeWhat gods are these'To justify these deedsNot mine, I'm sureCould this really be the cure'And we're dancing in the streetsAnd kissing that boys feetAs your love begins to flowOn your breakfast t.v showBa ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba baBa ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba baBa ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba baBa ba ba ba ba ba ba baa Aus Songtexte Mania