| Tell me before I waltz out of your life
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| Before turning my back on the past
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| Forgive my impertinent behavior
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| But how long do you think this pantomime can last?
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| Tell me before I ride off in the sunset, there’s one thing I never got clear
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| How can you claim you’re a savior
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| When those who oppose you are stepped on Or cut up, or simply disappear?
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| Tell me before you get onto your bus
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| Before joining the forgotten brigade
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| How can one person like me, say
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| Alter the time-honored way the game is played?
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| Tell me before you get onto your high horse
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| Just what you expect me to do, I don’t care what the Bourgeoisie say
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| I’m not in business for them but to give all my descamisados
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| A magical moment or two
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| There is evil, ever around
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| Fundamental system of government, quite incidental
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| So what are my chances of honest advances? |
| I’d say low
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| Better to win by admitting my sin than to lose with a halo
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| Tell me before I seek worthier pastures and thereby restore self-esteem
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| How can you be so short-sighted
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| To look never further than this week or next week
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| Than have no impossible dream?
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| Allow me before you slink off to the sidelines
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| I’ll pay your fair gift three cheers but first tell me who’d be delighted
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| To witness me the top world’s greatest problems
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| From war to pollution, no hope of solution
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| Even if I live for one hundred years
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| There is evil, ever around
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| Fundamental system of government, quite incidental
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| So go, if you’re able to somewhere unstable and stay there
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| Whip up your hate in some tottering state
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| But not here, dear, is that clear, dear?
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| Oh, what I’d give for a hundred years
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| But the physical interferes, everyday more, Oh my Creator
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| What is the good of the strongest heart
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| In a body that’s falling apart? |
| A serious flaw, I hope You know that |