| People on the left
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| People on the right
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| Got a lion inside
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| People of the pride
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| Let's go
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| There's a man who swears he's God
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| Unbelievers will be shot
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| There's a man who walks around
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| Like he owns the fucking lot
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| There's a man who takes his time
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| From his homemade cuckoo clock
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| And he makes us march around it
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| Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock
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| There's a crocodile cross-eyed
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| There's a turning of the tide
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| We're no longer gonna fight for
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| Some old crook and all his crimes
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| There's a sewing up of rags
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| Into revolution flags
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| Got to stand up to be counted
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| Be an anthem for your times
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| It's just work
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| It's just work
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| It's not easy and we could all be blown apart
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| And heaven is the fire escape
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| You try to cling to in the dark
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| It's just work, believe me
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| Still my beating heart
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| We'll all be free to fall in love
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| With who we want and say
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| People of the pride
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| Go |