| I accidentally touched my head
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| And noticed that I had been bleeding
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| For how long I didn’t know
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| What was this, I thought, that struck me?
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| What kind of weapons have they got?
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| The softest bullet ever shot
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| I stood up and I said, yeah!
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| I stood up and I said, yeah!
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| I stood up and I said, hey! |
| Yeah!
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| From this moment on Blaring like a trumpet
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| Coming from above us and somewhere below
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| The confidence of knowing
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| Descending to relieve us of the struggle
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| To believe it’s so I stood up and I said, yeah!
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| I spoke up and I said, hey!
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| I stood up and I said, hey! |
| Yeah!
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| And it seemed to cause a chain reaction
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| It had momentum, it was gaining traction
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| It was all the rage, it was all the fashion
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| The outreached hands had resigned themselves
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| To holding onto something that they never had
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| And that’s too bad
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| 'Cause in reality there was no reaction
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| I accidentally touched my head
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| And noticed that I had been bleeding
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| For how long I didn’t know |