| I heart the sound of marching feet
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| But none that march for me
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| The banners, flags and speeches
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| Are but cheap and tawdry dreams
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| Long live independence
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| Long live independence
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| Long live independence
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| Long live independence
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| The loves we shared we tore apart
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| And tossed aside like kisses
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| Now stand we tall in ashes
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| Of our vainglorious times
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| Long live independence
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| Long live independence
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| Long live independence
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| Long live independence
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| There comes a time in every man’s life
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| When he must pick a side not stand aside
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| And hide his face in shame
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| There comes a time in everyman’s life
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| When neither abstinence, nor decadence
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| Wir, or wealth or elegance will do
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| Or the whiplash of leaders
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| Can stay his righteous hand
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| There comes a time in everyman’s life
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| Like for Charlemagne or Caesar
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| Jean Paul Sartre or Nietzsche
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| Ludwig Wittgenstein, Primo Levi, or Ferdinand Celine
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| When enough is enough, and the waiting must end
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| And the end must be brought to a head, (so we sing):
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| Long live independence
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| Long live independence
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| Long live independence
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| Long live independence
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| Long live independence
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| Long live independence
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| Long live independence
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| Long live independence |