| When I hit the streets back in '81
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| Found a heart in the gutter and a poet’s crown
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| I felt barbed-wire kisses and icicle tears
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| Where have I been for all these years?
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| I saw political intrigue, political lies
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| Gonna wipe those smiles of self-satisfaction from their eyes
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| I will wear your white feather
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| I will carry your white flag
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| I will swear I have no nation
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| But I’m proud to own my heart
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| I will wear your white feather
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| I will carry your white flag
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| I will swear I have no nation
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| But I’m proud to own my heart
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| My heart, this is my heart
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| We don’t need no uniforms, we have no disguise
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| Divided we stand, together we’ll rise
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| We will wear your white feather
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| We will carry your white flag
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| We will swear we have no nations
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| But we’re proud to own our hearts
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| We will wear your white feather
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| We will carry your white flag
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| We will swear we have no nations
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| But we’re proud to own our hearts
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| These are our hearts
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| These are our hearts
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| You can’t take away our hearts
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| You can’t steal our hearts away
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| I can’t walk away
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| I can’t walk away
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| No more, no more, no more, no more… |