| Well, come on, you’re weak of knees
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| Afraid of the thought police
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| You who say our generation is forsaken
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| Get out of your clouds of weed
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| Get out of your time machines
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| You can say that the sleeper has awakened
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| You gotta scream and shout
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| If you’re gonna work this out
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| Change comes when the water falls
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| I’ve been waiting so long for you down by the river
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| Well, the walls are closing in
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| And your head’s in constant spin
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| And the pain in your eyes, I do comprehend
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| Don’t believe celebrities
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| The money-suckin' MPs
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| The device in your hands, imitation beauty
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| You gotta scream and shout
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| If you’re gonna work this out
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| Change comes when the water falls
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| I’ve been waiting so long for you down by the river
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| (Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh)
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| (Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh)
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| Lick your lips like a prized fighter
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| Surely you can take a punch
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| Your knuckles can’t get no whiter
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| They’re gonna eat you for lunch, boy
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| So, come on
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| You gotta scream and shout
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| If you’re gonna work this out
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| Change comes when the water falls
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| I’ve been waiting for you to come down by the river |