| Hey mother
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| The sun is high up
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| With his load today
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| Like thunder
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| The cry of all the nation
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| Will explode
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| Today
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| Again
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| Like a trip with no return
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| The King
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| The Crown
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| Will burn!
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| The Fourteenth of July
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| We’ll gather in the light
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| We’ll dance our dreams away
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| The Fourteenth of July
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| A smile is in our eyes
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| The future’s here to stay
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| Today the light
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| Like a blindfold ricochet
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| Will bright our lies, our fights
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| For this day the King entered one word in his diary: Rien!
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| Which meant that he had not gone hunting and killed a stag
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| That nothing was worth noting
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| Nothing
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| Nothing! |