| Put on your cap and your boots
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| We’re gonna build this city
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| These times are rough
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| But we’re drawing it up
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| The skies are filling with our brilliance
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| Tearing away from all the clutches of poverty
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| Uneducated adolescent nation
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| (Without reserve we start the purge)
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| Economic collapse
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| Has just inspired the masses
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| To be creative, not be destroyed
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| To follow through is to abolish the hunger
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| And equal the upper
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| Not a single hand left unblistered in the end
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| Three cheers for the state of the state
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| We’re higher than all
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| Not a muscle left untorn
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| Not a dollar left unborn
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| Inspiring static minds
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| Mechanizing powers yet defined
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| With a touch of innovation
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| We establish domination
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| Over all who wish to vie
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| Brilliant minds introduce the facile times
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| (Not a worry in the world)
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| The key to life washes up in the tides
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| Of electron exercise
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| To follow through is to abolish the hunger
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| And equal the upper
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| Not a single hand left unblistered in the end
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| Three cheers for the state of the state
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| We’re higher than all
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| Not a muscle left untorn
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| Not a dollar left unborn
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| This flag flies above the reinvented
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| Shadows cast as we tip our hats
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| What a beautiful way to live
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| Destroy the old design
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| And implement the new idea
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| Yeah
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| To follow through is to abolish the hunger
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| And equal the upper
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| Not a single hand left unblistered in the end
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| Three cheers for the state of the state
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| We’re higher than all
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| Not a muscle left untorn
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| Not a dollar left unborn |