| I request, that the best of our minds
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| Be impressed to repent of their crimes
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| For the truth, is there all for to see
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| What can be said in defense of man’s tyranny?
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| To declare, too content of the view
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| That to conform to the norm is what you do
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| If you live wracked in anger and in shame
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| The only road you’ll finds that hard road my friend
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| I concur, to defer, to the sound
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| Of discontent when it’s meant by the crowd
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| If in fairness is how you see it end
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| The only road you’ll walk’s that hard road my friend
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| And the papers they were printing, they did sell
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| In Clerkenwell, there were presses turning
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| And the emigrates they boarded ships and sailed
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| They could not fail to bring passions burning
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| Why deny that the lie that is sent
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| Makes you live work and die for some rent
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| If you’re happy then to leave it up to them
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| The only road you’ll knows that hard road my friend
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| We resent the intent of the few
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| Who do conspire, to acquire, what’s our due
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| If you don’t know your rights, and defend
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| The only road you’ll goes that hard road my friend
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| If you fall and you crawl towards debt
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| And the sum, it is more than what was leant
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| If you can’t keep your eyes on the change
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| The only road you’ll walk’s that bloody road my friend |