| All banks and tanks have lost their charm
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| No one grieves the thieves — No one hails the dawn
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| But when the sun comes back We will all be gone
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| A-shoveling, a-scheming — To help rebuild their walls
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| To make this world seem wrinkled and tired
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| No round fired, no assassins hired
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| All will salute this transformation
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| That will throw us back — Into a jungle of nations
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| All will salute the enormous bluff
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| That never made you blush
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| That never made you — Hush!
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| All banks and tanks have lost their glow
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| If you don’t know now — you will never know
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| So fix your gaze upon the Moon — The drugs will hit soon
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| And go dream of the pure land — That I promised you
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| Go dream of the pure land — That I found for you
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| Lambs dressed as lions — relief in reverse
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| That trappings of worldly alliance
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| Amidst a riot of words
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| Nos defaites ne prouvent rien
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| Si ce n’est que nous etions peu nombreux
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| Pour lutter contre l’infamie
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| Et nous vous demandons que ceux
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| Qui nous regardent…
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| Que ca soit eux qui aient honte de ne rien
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| Avoir fait!
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| All banks and tanks have lost their charm
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| No one grieves the thieves — No one hails the dawn
|
| But when the sun comes back We will al be gone
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| To help rebuild their walls
|
| To make this world seem wrinkled and tired
|
| No round fired, no assassins hired
|
| All will salute this transformation
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| That will throw us back — Into a jungle of nations
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| All will salute the enormous bluff
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| That never made you blush
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| That never made you — Hush! |