| Fired up and you say you want it
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| No, don’t ever lose your will to fight
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| Oh, and when you think upon it
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| It’s hard work but it will be worth it
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| When we see smoke filling up the sky
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| Burn it down, then we’ll build upon it
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| 'Cause we’re the children of the revolution
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| Ziggy looked me in the eye and said, 'Revolution!'
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| Never let the spirit die, revolution
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| It’s only just a quarter mile to the revolution
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| No need for to think it over
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| No need to beat around the bushel now
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| See it all as a wanted lover
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| I’m your sister and your brother
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| Come and put your hand in mine
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| We’ll tear 'em up and turn 'em over
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| 'Cause we’re the children of the revolution
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| Ziggy looked me in the eye and said, 'Revolution!'
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| Never let the spirit die, revolution
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| It’s only just a quarter mile to the revolution
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| And all that they will tell you
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| Is what they’d have you to believe
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| But when your eyes are open
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| This is what you see
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| You see that all the leaves are falling
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| And there’s no moisture in the tree
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| So let’s just light a fire underneath it
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| 'Cause we’re the children of the revolution
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| Ziggy looked me in the eye and said, 'Revolution!'
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| Never let the spirit die, revolution
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| It’s only just a quarter mile to the revolution
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| No, I don’t wanna wait a while for the revolution
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| It’s only just a quarter mile to the revolution |