| No comments about the everlasting
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| No apologies about the answer
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| No remorse about things not done
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| And no relief to point a finger
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| Not left, not right, but trough the middle
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| The mystery of unity will always be a riddle
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| Feeling the choke of conspiracy
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| Got no message about useless fights
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| Stuck between the subculture vise
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| It’s better to shut up than to curse the night
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| Not left, not right, but trough the middle
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| The mystery of unity will always be a riddle
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| We don’t want your violent might
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| We don’t want your made up rights
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| We don’t want your useless fights, Fuck politics
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| We don’t care about any opinion
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| We don’t believe in any dominion
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| Isn’t punk about something else?
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| Gig politics can go to hell
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| Not left, not right, but trough the middle
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| The mystery of unity will always be a riddle
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| We don’t want your violent might
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| We don' t want your made up rights
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| We don’t want your useless fights, Fuck politics at gigs |