| I’m hoping somebody’s gonna hold my tongue.
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| Oh, yes, I’m hoping somebody’s gonna hide my gun.
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| I’m hoping 'cause I don’t wanna die this young
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| Oh, yes, I’m hoping I’m gone when the man comes along.
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| I’m hoping somebody’s gonna hold my tongue.
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| But I’ve been taking his trouble for far too long.
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| Don’t be afraid we’re gonna right his wrongs.
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| And when the shit hits the fan he’s gonna start to run.
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| If you wanna be part of a better restart (oh oh)
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| I can see a crack in the back of his weak heart (oh oh)
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| We could turn it upside down with all the lies and disguises buried underground.
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| Oh… you’ll never hold me down…
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| We’re all wrapped up in a web of lies
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| Spun like a mummy but they missed our eyes
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| They’re waiting in the middle of their own demise
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| But if we’re marching together we can break inside
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| If you wanna be part of a better restart (oh oh)
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| I can see a crack in the back of his weak heart (oh oh)
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| We could turn it upside down with all the lies and disguises buried underground.
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| Even distant stars align
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| And I’ve seen the rain erode rock in time.
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| Even baby birds must fly in time.
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| I’m hoping somebody’s gonna hold my tongue
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| But a screaming protester can’t be wrong.
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| I know that somebody’s gonna get it done.
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| Yes, I’m hoping the megaphone man comes along.
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| One. |
| Two. |
| Three. |
| Four.
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| If you wanna be part of a better restart (oh oh)
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| I can see a crack in the back of his weak heart (oh oh)
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| We could turn it upside down with all the lies and disguises buried underground.
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| Oh… Yeah.
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| If you wanna be part of a better restart (oh oh)
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| I can see a crack in the back of his weak heart (oh oh)
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| We could turn it upside down with all the lies and disguises buried underground.
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| Oh… you’ll never hold me down… |