| There’s a willing crowd
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| In a distant land
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| Clinging to the words of their leader
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| There’s a censored press
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| Printing propaganda
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| Disguised as the truth for the reader
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| For food or religion
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| For land or for pride
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| For traditions or just for the glory
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| The page is turned
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| For another chapter
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| Of the same old story
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| Again we see how they are marching on
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| To the beat of the same old drum
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| Don’t they know this mad story has
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| No happy ending
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| So far, so good
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| Here we are
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| The clean slate is showing a red stain
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| So far, so good
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| Here we are
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| And hope that we’re not missing the last train
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| But as life makes no deal
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| We can’t turn back the wheel
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| And the last train leaves right on time
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| All of them have their own reasons
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| All of them have their own fears
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| All of them pray to some God
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| To make it turn out right
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| All of them leave their own families
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| And think it’s worth the price
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| Because everyone thinks it’s him
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| Who’s fighting the good fight
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| So here they are in the same old church
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| There’s a priest who’s blessing arms one more time
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| They say their prayers to a wooden cross
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| But who will listen
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| So far, so good
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| Here we are
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| The clean slate is showing a red stain
|
| So far, so good
|
| Here we are
|
| And hope that we’re not missing the last train
|
| But as life makes no deal
|
| We can’t turn back the wheel
|
| And the last train leaves right on time
|
| Again we see how they are marching on
|
| To the beat of the same old drum
|
| Don’t they know this mad story has
|
| No happy ending
|
| So far, so good
|
| Here we are
|
| The clean slate is showing a red stain
|
| So far, so good
|
| Here we are
|
| And hope that we’re not missing the last train
|
| But as life makes no deal
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| We can’t turn back the wheel
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| And the last train leaves right on time |