| First thing I do:
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| Start a revolution
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| Built around me and you
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| Who are we to know the game
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| To freedom?
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| Dead to say, built between them
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| Kept aghast
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| Kept aghast
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| Well who can blame him for trying?
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| Oh, oh I have to keep him from lying
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| Oh, oh Hey
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| The next thing I do Is stop watching the clocks
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| Cos everyone knows that time is fleeting
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| Open your ears and hear the pleading
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| Echoes of voices, fighting for years
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| Ringing with hatred, growing each fear
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| Dead to say, don’t turn my way…
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| Well who can blame him for trying?
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| Oh, oh I have to keep him from lying
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| Oh, oh Hey
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| Well who can blame him for trying?
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| Oh, oh I have to keep him from lying
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| Oh, oh Hey
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| Last thing I do Is tear away these scars
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| Paranoid, bleeding as bright as the night
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| Dancing with pain, with pain, with pain
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| Well who can blame him for trying?
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| Oh, oh I have to keep him from lying
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| Oh, oh Hey
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| Well who can blame him for trying?
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| Oh, oh I have to keep him from lying
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| Oh, oh Hey, hey, hey |