| So lift your hands up from your sides
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| Rinse them both off with your pride
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| And let the world see what we’re not
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| Because we have carved out our desires
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| And placed them in the hands of liars
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| That will forget you when they want
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| They want you to take a bow
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| Everybody here’s allowed one
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| So make it good, son
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| And let there be no sacred lands
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| With one final song and dance
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| Let our clean hands know the earth
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| We’ll build a culture, brave and strong
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| We won’t rely on anyone
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| And all our souls will know their worth
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| Pave the way, we are modern men
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| And we have fought to exist
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| We have crawled from the water to the dry land
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| And our hands are the dirtiest
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| But I’m alive and the sun is shining in!
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| Oh, I have fought to exist
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| I have crawled from the water to the dry land
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| And my hands are the dirtiest
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| I’m alive and the sun is shining in!
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| Oh, my belly has been filled
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| I have seen everything a body can see
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| And my hands are the dirtiest |