| We are the new ones
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| We are a people state
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| Who’s got the future
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| Who’s got the name of change
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| We got a reason
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| Just another pierced goon of little faith
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| Your time is over
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| Obey or not: you fail
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| No time for reasons
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| No time for all these games
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| Not just a nuance
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| Another question you won’t like to see
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| A trade of bottle dreams
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| Your time is over. |
| Time is over
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| No rage or battlefields
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| We are breaking through without a warning
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| We are the new ones
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| We’re the hope
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| We are the spring
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| We are just a new round
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| Around the world
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| You have to see
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| A bleeding romance
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| Over the top
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| Not just a dream
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| And what is over
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| Oh, what is gone
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| Oh, what is gone, yeah
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| Was just a dream
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| There is a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious,
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| makes you so sick at heart that you can’t take part; |
| you can’t even passively
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| take part, and you’ve got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels,
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| upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you’ve got to make it stop.
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| And you’ve got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it,
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| that unless you’re free, the machine will be prevented from working at all! |