| Fucking
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| Voices
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| Inside my decadent head
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| Thousands
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| Of lessons
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| I don’t want to understand
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| Something is borning, learning, growing inside me
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| Cause my god screams: «hate and shot your gun»
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| The people writes its own history
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| If its brave and fights stronger
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| In any war are winners and losers
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| Try to choice the correct side
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| Rise again
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| The streets are on fire
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| Join us and fight again
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| Free your chains
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| Uncover your mouth
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| Fill your lungs, blow up and shout!!!
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| Oppresseds
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| Humbleds
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| Rise your flags
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| Thousand
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| Of colors
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| Flown on the rotten.
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| Something is borning, learning, growing inside me
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| Cause my god screams: «hate and shot your gun»
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| When your life doesn’t matter
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| Because they have destroyed it
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| Now they fear our anger
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| ‘cause they’ll fall of their thrones
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| Rise again
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| The streets are on fire
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| Join us and fight again
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| Free your chains
|
| Uncover your mouth
|
| Fill your lungs, blow up and shout!!!
|
| Rise again
|
| The streets are on fire
|
| Join us and fight again
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| Free your chains
|
| Uncover your mouth
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| Fill your lungs, blow up and
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| Shout!!! |