| What’s up with what’s going down
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| In every city, in every town
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| Cramping styles is the plan
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| They’ve got us in the palm of every hand
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| When we pretend that we’re dead
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| When we pretend that we’re dead
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| They can’t hear a word we’ve said
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| When we pretend that we’re dead
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| Come on come on come on come on
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| Come on come on come on come on
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| Come on come on come on come on
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| Come on come on come on come on
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| Turn the tables with our unity
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| They’re neither moral nor majority
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| Wake up and smell the coffee
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| Or just say no to individuality
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| When we pretend that we’re dead
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| When we pretend that we’re dead
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| They can’t hear a word we’ve said
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| When we pretend that we’re dead
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| Come on come on come on come on
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| Come on come on come on come on
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| Come on come on come on come on
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| Come on come on come on come on
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| When we pretend that we’re dead
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| When we pretend that we’re dead
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| They can’t hear a word we’ve said
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| When we pretend that we’re dead
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| Dead, dead
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| Dead, dead
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| Dead, dead
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| Dead, dead
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| Dead, dead
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| Dead, dead
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| Dead, dead
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| Dead, dead |