| When it all falls to pieces
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| There’ll be nothing left to see
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| Same story repeating
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| The chaos and piracy
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| If you refuse to play
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| They’ll send a boy to your front door
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| Throw those thoughts away
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| 'Cause you won’t need them anymore
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| 'Cause names have gone MIA
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| They’re on holiday
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| Time to tear down those names
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| Time to tear down those names
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| Time to tear down those names
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| Time to tear down those names
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| There’s been a change in the weather
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| We’re witnessing history
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| Throwing beans in the river
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| And banishing bigotry
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| So refuse to play
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| See what the boys have got in store
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| They’re coming anyway
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| We can’t turn back anymore
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| 'Cause names have gone MIA
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| That was yesterday
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| Time to tear down those names
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| Time to tear down those names
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| Time to tear down those names
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| Time to tear down those names
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| You don’t need them anymore
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| You don’t need them anymore
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| You don’t need them anymore
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| You don’t need them anymore
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| You don’t need them anymore
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| You don’t need them anymore
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| You don’t need them anymore
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| You don’t need them anymore
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| You don’t need them anymore
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| It’s time to tear down those names
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| Time to tear down those names
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| It’s time to tear down those names
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| It’s time to tear down those names |