| The future teaches you to be alone
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| The present to be afraid and cold
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| So if I can shoot rabbits
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| Then I can shoot fascists
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| Bullets for your brain today
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| But we’ll forget it all again
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| Monuments put from pen to paper
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| Turns me into a gutless wonder
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| And if you tolerate this
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| Then your children will be next
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| Yes if you tolerate this
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| Then your children will be next, will be next
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| Gravity keeps my head down or Is it maybe shame
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| At being so young and being so vain
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| Holes in your head today but
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| I’m a pacifist
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| I’ve walked La Ramblas but not
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| With real intent
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| And on the street tonight an old man plays
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| with newspaper cuttings of his glory days
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| And if you tolerate this
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| Then your children will be next
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| Yes if you tolerate this
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| Then your children will be next, will be next
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| , (Knight82) |