| A repentant nobel man
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| He vowed to overthrow the land
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| Horrified by the treatment of the peasants by his fathers hand
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| He had a vision destruction his creative urge
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| He lit a fire and it still burns
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| Mikhail wanted nothing more than liberty
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| He denounced the church the state and monarchy
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| He called for an armed revolution
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| To overthrow their governmental institution
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| In a world with a dominant minority
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| Capitalizing off the poor
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| The immense majority
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| Consumed with hatred for authority
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| Enemy of the state, protector of humanity
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| Eight years of his life were taken from him
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| Six of those were spent in a dungeon
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| But he escaped and circled the globe
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| Once again sticking his neck on the gallows
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| To oppose the force of tyranny
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| That keep us locked our classes
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| Rise up and kick their collective asses
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| Whatever the form of government may be
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| A class restricted society
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| Will be the end result
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| No reformation without result |