| No anthems, no parades, no hands on hearts today
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| And no banners, no flags, no bricks, no broken glass
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| No booze, no marches, no screaming high today
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| No nods, no winks, no silent 'it's ok'
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| Shut your mouth and open up your eyes
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| Through smoke and mirrors, truth and lies
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| This is my battle cry, this is our battle cry
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| This is not an anthem
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| This is a real rebel song
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| This is not an anthem
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| I know I’m right and you are wrong
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| We don’t need your story
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| About death and glory
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| Nothing you believe in
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| The good old ways in the bad old days
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| That’s nothing we believe in
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| No shouts, no screams
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| No dreaming those old dreams
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| No ghosts, no spirits
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| No haunting dead ideas
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| Shut your mouth and open up your eyes
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| Through smoke and mirrors, truth and lies
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| This is my battle cry, this is our battle cry
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| This is not an anthem
|
| This is a real rebel song
|
| This is not an anthem
|
| I know I’m right and you are wrong
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| We don’t need your story
|
| About death and glory
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| Nothing you believe in
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| The good old ways in the bad old days
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| That’s nothing we believe in
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| And they’re pushing the buttons in your head
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| Your body is alive, but your soul is dead
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| And one day you’ll regret the things you’ve said
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| Your body is alive, but your soul is dead
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| This is not an anthem
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| This is a real rebel song
|
| This is not an anthem
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| I know I’m right and you are wrong
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| We don’t need your story
|
| About death and glory
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| Nothing you believe in
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| The good old ways in the bad old days
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| That’s nothing we believe in |