| I’ve thought about it
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| I really have tried
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| And the answer quite simply
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| Is that they tell lies
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| And they’ve got the power
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| And what they decide
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| Affects your life and my life
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| And everybody’s life besides
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| And I’ve thought about it
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| Till my brain says «no more»
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| I’ve justified their actions
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| And I’ve criticized their wars
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| And I’ve watched them balance
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| On the edge of the knife
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| And it’s your life and my life
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| And none of our lives are safe
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| From lack of food
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| Thousands have died
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| While farmers burn crops
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| Just to keep prices high
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| And from that kind of logic
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| There’s no place to hide!
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| That could be your life or my life
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| Or anybody’s life next time
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| For the sword of justice
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| They can find an excuse
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| But her scales have gone rusty
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| From not being used
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| And no blindfold can hide
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| The tears in her eyes
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| For your life, my life
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| And everybody’s life besides
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| And if Jesus came back
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| To lead us again
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| They’d make sure that he met
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| The very same end
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| Though their names have been changed
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| They survive to this day
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| They’ll take your life or my life
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| Or anybody’s life in their way
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| And my guitar protects me
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| But that’s not really true
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| If you took it away
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| I’d be just the same as you
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| And though songs never change things
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| But they help you decide
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| To change your life, my life
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| And everybody’s life besides
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| And they talk about a revolution
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| And they talk about a revolution
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| Talk about a revolution
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| Talk about a revolution
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| Talk about it
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| Talk about it |