| There’s maybe a way I can tell you
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| 'Cos with everyday things continue
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| To get more compromised
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| So who will fantasize
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| A new generation politicized
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| When things are done in our own name
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| Are we as much to blame?
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| Now it’s become clear to me
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| But only lately
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| And the ground is removed underneath
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| Shout it from the brink
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| You’re louder than you think
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| 21st-century kid, you’re surrounded by illusion and confusion
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| So maybe if you’re holding out for the truth now
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| Could it be the greatest weapon?
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| Could it be the greatest weapon?
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| Your weapon
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| Nothing is certain 'cept a memory
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| And that’s soon washed away by the low sea
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| Now sit yourself down my one
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| And see what you’ve become
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| Ignoring a smoldering gun
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| The white dove’s flown
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| D’ya think we’re on our own?
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| Chorus/Outro:
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| 21st-century kid, you’re surrounded by illusion and confusion
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| So maybe if you’re holding out for the truth now
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| Could it be the greatest weapon?!
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| 21st-century kid, you’re surrounded by illusion and confusion
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| So maybe if you’re holding out for the truth now
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| Could it be the greatest weapon?
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| Could it be the greatest weapon?
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| Your weapon |