| Walking and singing and following the song
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| We are all the same, arm in arm or not
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| In schools in the streets, fields, buildings
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| Walking and singing and following the song
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| Come, let's go, that waiting is not knowing
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| Who knows, it's time, don't wait for it to happen
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| Come, let's go, that waiting is not knowing
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| Who knows, it's time, don't wait for it to happen
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| In the fields there is hunger in large plantations
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| Through the streets marching indecisive cords
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| They still make the flower their strongest refrain
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| And they believe in flowers winning the cannon
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| Come, let's go, that waiting is not knowing
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| Who knows, it's time, don't wait for it to happen
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| Come, let's go, that waiting is not knowing
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| Who knows, it's time, don't wait for it to happen
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| There are armed soldiers, loved or not
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| Almost all lost, weapons in hand
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| In the barracks they teach them an ancient lesson
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| Of dying for the country and living without reason
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| Come, let's go, that waiting is not knowing
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| Who knows, it's time, don't wait for it to happen
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| Come, let's go, that waiting is not knowing
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| Who knows, it's time, don't wait for it to happen
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| In schools, streets, fields, buildings
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| We are all soldiers, armed or not
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| Walking and singing and following the song
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| We are all the same arm in arm or not
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| The lovers in the mind, the flowers on the floor
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| The certainty in front, the story in hand
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| Walking and singing and following the song
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| Learning and teaching a new lesson
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| Come, let's go, that waiting is not knowing
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| Who knows, it's time, don't wait for it to happen
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| Come, let's go, that waiting is not knowing
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| Who knows, it's time, don't wait for it to happen |