| Beijing to Seoul, Beirut to London
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| A red flag’s hoisting to the skies
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| As if to say our time is coming
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| As if a sun’s begun to rise
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| And can you hear the children singing
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| About a future fair for all
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| They’ll live to see that red flag waving
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| They’ll live to see this order fall
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| The old world dies in sheets of flame
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| Its banks destroyed, its streets on fire
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| And even stone is not written in stone
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| The world is made of our desire
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| With open eyes, and a sense of mission
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| We’ll realise our dream some day
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| A universal recognition
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| Of justice, healthcare, equal pay
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| And can you hear the world insisting
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| A single song in every throat
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| On a new international system
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| For which they’ll never let us vote
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| The old world dies in sheets of flame
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| Its banks destroyed, its streets on fire
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| And even stone is not written in stone
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| The world is made of our desire! |