| And from the other side
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| A sheer white knuckle ride
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| So young yet feel so stung by the game
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| I know what’s left in a name
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| With all those national strains
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| The lion hits the stage
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| Purple hearts revolving round with purple rage
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| And we all want to know where the weather goes
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| And what’s in store tomorrow
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| No we don’t need a replacement
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| The more I see the more I learn
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| All that time in the basement
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| I can’t wait nor hang around
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| Language that shocks of the new
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| With the promise there’s nothing to hide
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| When vultures rise out of the blue
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| And the circle of fireflies tonight
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| And all that heavenly light
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| I can’t understand
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| The coup d’etat that walks inside every man
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| They all wanna know 'bout the fasion show
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| Where the Queen will go tomorrow
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| Tomorrow
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| Where the Queen will go tomorrow
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| Where the Queen will go tomorrow
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| No we don’t need a replacement
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| The more I see the more I learn
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| All that time in the basement
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| I can’t wait nor hang around
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| Feel real power in the darkness
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| The more I see the more I learn
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| Feel it more than I confess
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| I can’t wait nor hang around
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| I’ll be outside
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| I’ll be outside
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| Song for the tribes
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| Song for the tribes
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| The more I see the more I learn
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| No we don’t need a replacement
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| The more I see the more I learn
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| Song for the tribes
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| Song for the tribes |