| Just take it nice and easy
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| Don’t go looking for a fight
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| There’s talk of revolution
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| And they’re out in force tonight
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| And down on the street
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| Where the whole city’s
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| Turning out, singin «we'll overcome»
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| They’re met by the ranks
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| Of soldiers in tanks
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| Who’ll send them back to Kingdom Come
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| Cause a pawn don’t know he’s a pawn
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| Or he’d draw a line in the sand
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| But when he’s got his finger on that trigger
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| A man don’t know he’s a man…
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| He don’t know he’s a man…
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| So we celebrate in silence
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| Every moment our hearts still beat
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| And we wear the weight of violence
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| That’s generations deep
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| And sleep, it comes slowly
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| When the whole city’s glowing
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| Like a fire on the sun
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| And though the whole world is sinking
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| There’s some fools still thinking
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| There’s peace at the end of a gun
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| A pawn don’t know he’s a pawn
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| Or he’d draw a line in the sand
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| But when he’s got his finger on that trigger
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| A man don’t know he’s a man…
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| He don’t know he’s a man…
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| A pawn don’t know he’s a pawn
|
| Or he’d draw a line in the sand
|
| But when he’s got his finger on that trigger
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| A man don’t know he’s a man…
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| He don’t know he’s a man… |