| Will someone please say the unsayable?
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| Will someone please tell me I’m wrong?
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| I live every day
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| Like a sad beast of prey
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| For I have to appear to be strong
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| And that’s wrong
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| I’m too weak to be strong
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| Today I met with the generals
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| And the head of my secret police
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| Discussing conspiracies
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| And prison facilities
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| For opponents I can never release
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| And there’ll be no peace
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| Until they’re released
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| Of course I’m in league with the army
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| It’s not like I’ve got any choice
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| They officially adore me
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| And my father before me
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| But gunpoint has a firm voice
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| The joke is I’m not even a demagogue
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| Have you heard me giving a speech?
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| My facts are invented
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| I sound quite demented
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| So deluded it beggars belief
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| It would be such a relief
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| Not to give another speech
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| Can someone please say the impossible?
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| Crowds should be out on the street
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| I’ve lost any will
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| To threaten and kill
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| I’ll be easy for you to defeat
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| And at any resistance I meet
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| I’ll beat a retreat
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| I’d rather that you didn’t shoot me
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| But I’d quite understand if you did
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| Watch out for the army
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| The generals’ll go barmy
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| At the thought of a takeover bid
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| Oh please will somebody put me
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| Out of my misery?
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| This sad old dictator
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| Must sooner or later
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| Flee so that you can be free
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| If you get rid of me
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| We can all be free |