| Do you believe it what the papers say?
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| They’re driving me insane they push me over my limit
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| Do you believe it they catch me every time?
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| It ought to be a crime. |
| Wo, the things they say
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| There ought to be a reason for turning black to white
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| Sometimes get the feeling that it’s done to spite
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| They don’t need a reason to turn your world around
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| I’m waiting for the bell to ring
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| I want the children to sing
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| And I’m waiting for the bad man to fall
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| I’m just about done with it all
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| Do you believe it, when politicians talk
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| And make, make the people walk into the fire
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| Do, you concede, is there no reprieve
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| From their power game, I know there’s someone to blame
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| We ought to be forgiven for taking in their words
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| They don’t even write them now is that absurd
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| They don’t need a reason to tear your world apart
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| I’m waiting for the bell to ring
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| I want the children to sing
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| And I’m waiting for the bad man to fall
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| I’m just about done with it all
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| And I’m just about done with it all
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| With it all
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| And I’m waiting, you know I’m waiting
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| For the angels to sing for the freedom it brings
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| For the bad man to fall
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| When the children call, I want the angels to sing
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| And I’m just about done with it all
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| And I’m waiting for the bell to ring
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| I want the children to sing
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| And I’m waiting for the bad man to fall
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| I’m done with it all
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| I’m waiting for the bell to ring
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| I want the children to sing
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| And I’m waiting for the bad man to fall
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| I’m just about done with it all |