| Daddy’s flown across the ocean
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| Leaving just a memory
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| Snapshot in the family album
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| Daddy what else did you leave for me?
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| Daddy, what’d’ja leave behind for me?!?
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| All in all it was just a brick in the wall.
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| All in all it was all just bricks in the wall.
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| «You! | 
| Yes, you behind the bikesheds, stand still lady!»
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| When we grew up and went to school
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| There were certain teachers who would
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| Hurt the children in any way they could
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| (oof!)
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| By pouring their derision
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| Upon anything we did
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| And exposing every weakness
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| However carefully hidden by the kids
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| But in the town it was well known
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| When they got home at night, their fat and
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| Psychopathic wives would thrash them
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| Within inches of their lives.
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| Parte 2
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| We don’t need no education
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| We dont need no thought control
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| No dark sarcasm in the classroom
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| Teachers leave them kids alone
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| Hey! | 
| Teachers! | 
| Leave them kids alone!
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| All in all it’s just another brick in the wall.
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| All in all you’re just another brick in the wall.
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| We don’t need no education
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| We don’t need no thought control
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| No dark sarcasm in the classroom
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| Teachers leave us kids alone
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| Hey! | 
| Teachers! | 
| Leave us kids alone!
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| All in all it’s just another brick in the wall.
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| All in all you’re just another brick in the wall.
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| «Wrong, Guess again! | 
| 2x
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| If you don’t eat yer meat, you can’t have any pudding.
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| How can you have any pudding if you don’t eat yer meat?
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| You! | 
| Yes, you behind the bikesheds, stand still laddie!»
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| Parte 3
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| I don’t need no arms around me
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| And I don’t need no drugs to calm me
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| I have seen the writing on the wall
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| Don’t think I need anything at all
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| No! | 
| Don’t think I’ll need anything at all
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| All in all it was all just bricks in the wall.
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| All in all you were all just bricks in the wall. |