| Walk along and talk along and live your lives quite freely
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| But leave our children with their toys of peppermint and candy
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| For seagull I don’t want your wings
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| I don’t want your freedom in a lie
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| Your thoughts they are of harlequin, your speeches of quicksilver
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| I read your faces like a poem, kaleidoscope of hate words
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| For seagull I don’t want your wings
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| I don’t want your freedom in a lie
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| On the quilted battlefields of soldiers dazzling made of toy tin
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| The big bomb like a child’s hand could sweep them dead just so to win
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| For seagull I don’t want your wings
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| I don’t want your freedom in a lie
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| As you fill your glasses with the wine of murdered negroes
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| Thinking not of beauty that spreads like morning sun-glow
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| Seagull I don’t want your wings
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| I don’t want your freedom in a lie
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| I pray your dreams of vivid screams of children dying slowly
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| And as you polish up your guns your real self be reflecting
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| For seagull I don’t want your wings
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| I don’t want your freedom in a lie
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| Vietnam, your latest game, you’re playing with your blackest Queen
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| Damn your souls and curse your grins, I stand here with a fading dream
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| For seagull I don’t want your wings
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| I don’t want your freedom in a lie |