| Well I heard the news just the other day;
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| Now I feel there’s something I must say;
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| Well the darkness comes too often;
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| This time next year I’ll build my coffin;
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| Made out of lead so X-rays cannot see;
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| We gotta be free
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| Political men they burn their lives out talkin';
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| We people of the earth just keep on walkin';
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| Well we don’t know what to say;
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| Only live our lives as slaves;
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| All we can do is race on to the grave;
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| Well we gotta get away
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| Well they’re much too old to care about the future;
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| They’re sewing up the past with shining sutures;
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| It’s immortality they crave;
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| Their days are done so now they’re brave;
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| Their lives will live in books for fools and slaves;
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| We gotta get away
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| 1984 Relix Records Inc |