| Walls coming down, walls going up
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| I see walls coming down and walls going up
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| Rave on as the empires fall
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| Corporations crash and kings are made to crawl
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| The red flag comes down, the left in demise
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| The blue flag goes up, the right on the rise
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| A flaming cross and a swastika
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| There’s one way out and the road is on fire
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| We can fly on wings of thought
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| Start a revolution to take us higher
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| Be the revolution — now
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| Be the revolution — now
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| What’s going down, what’s coming up
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| What’s going down here, and what’s coming up
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| There’s no such thing as solid ground
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| This given had been taken, and mass confusion found
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| Short lived utopia
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| The bird of peace forsaken and replaced by the warring hound
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| Which direction is asylum in
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| Well here’s a map, a blindfold and a pin
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| Refugees of the transitional
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| Now that we have nothing, we can begin
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| To be the revolution — now
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| To be the revolution — now
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| Be the revolution — now
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| (Come On)
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| Be the revolution — now
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| (Come On)
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| Be the revolution — now
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| (Come On)
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| Be the revolution — now
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| (Come On)
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| Be the revolution — now
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| (Come On)
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| Be the revolution
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| (Come On)
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| Be the revolution
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| (Come On)
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| Be the revolution
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| (Come On)
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| Be the revolution
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| (Come On) |