| So don’t forget
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| In these times try to remember
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| The time will come
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| To use your voice and push your views
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| So don’t forget
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| Sometime between now and never
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| The time will come
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| You bite your tongue, they’ll bury you
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| And it seems far enough away
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| It’s a calling card
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| Your expiration date
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| When that day comes
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| Be ready, be ready
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| To remember what happened
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| And have the pride to back down
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| Let’s not repeat
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| And everyone can move on
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| But don’t forget
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| Get ready, get ready
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| To remember what happened
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| And have the pride to back down
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| So don’t forget
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| In these times try to remember
|
| The time will come
|
| To use your voice and push your views
|
| So don’t forget
|
| Sometime between now and never
|
| The time will come
|
| You bite your tongue, they’ll bury you
|
| And it seems far enough away
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| Scars are for a reason
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| Remind us of what happened
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| Stay away from harm
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| Be ready, be ready
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| We’re tired of fiction
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| And occupied stations
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| Your motives look like
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| A portrait wealthy, Burning Wells
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| Get ready, get ready
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| We’re tired of fiction
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| And occupied stations
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| So don’t forget
|
| In these times try to remember
|
| The time will come
|
| To use your voice and push your views
|
| So don’t forget
|
| Sometime between now and never
|
| The time will come
|
| You bite your tongue, they’ll bury you
|
| So don’t forget
|
| The time will come
|
| So don’t forget
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| The time will come
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| So don’t forget
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| So don’t forget
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| So don’t
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| So don’t forget
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| The time will come
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| And I’m not sure
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| What you’ll be like
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| What will eyes say when I see them
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| Wonder what you’ll grow up to see
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| So don’t forget
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| The time will come
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| And I’m not sure
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| What you’ll be like
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| What will eyes say when I see them
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| Wonder what you’ll grow up to see
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| If we have torn the map to pieces
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| You’ll find your way home
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| Cause home is where you believe |