| There’s a new sun
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| Risin' up angry in the sky
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| And there’s a new voice
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| Sayin' «we're not afraid to die»
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| Let the old world make believe
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| It’s blind and deaf and dumb
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| But nothing can change the shape of things to come
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| There are changes
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| Lyin' ahead in every road
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| And there are new thoughts
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| Ready and waiting to explode
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| When tomorrow is today
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| The bells may toll for some
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| But nothing can change the shape of things to come
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| The future’s comin' in, now
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| Sweet and strong
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| Ain’t no-one gonna hold it back for long
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| There are new dreams
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| Crowdin' out old realities
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| There’s revolution
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| Sweepin' in like a fresh new breeze
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| Let the old world make believe
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| It’s blind and deaf and dumb
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| (But) nothing can change the shape of things
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| To come |