| I get up too early and open the door
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| Watch out for bodies on the floor
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| Carefully, tip-toeing, no one’s wake
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| The revolution seems to sleep
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| I wake the one who screamed the loudest
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| For change in the streets
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| One of those you’d think who understands
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| What it’s like waking up driven by a force
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| To make the best out of everyday
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| He looks bewildered and gets angry
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| He shakes his head
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| In his eyes I see he’s desperate for help
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| I remember how we stood strong in the streets
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| He turned to me and he started to scream
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| Life is beautiful not perfect as long as we are
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| Begging to stop not starting the war
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| Now keep your head up high and follow me down to the square
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| Where we start all over again
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| There’s one chance left, step up and start to hope
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| One may safe you, you are the one alone
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| There’s one chance left, step up and start to hope
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| One may safe you, you are the one alone
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| Life is beautiful not perfect but times running out
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| Have you done enough or didn’t start at all
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| Now keep your head up high and follow me down to the square
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| And we start all over again
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| Follow me down
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| Follow me down
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| Follow me down
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| Follow me down
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| There’s one chance left, step up and start to hope
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| One may safe you, you are the one alone
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| There’s one chance left, step up and start to hope
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| One may safe you, you are the one alone
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| Step up and start to hold
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| Step up and start to hold |