| You lit a flame in my heart
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| And it is burning still
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| And every time I hear you shout
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| It still gives me a thrill
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| I can see you up there
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| With your right leg pumping
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| Goodbye inspiration
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| Voice of a generation
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| Goodbye Inspiration
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| I won’t be playing Strummerville again
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| You wore your heart on your sleeve
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| With honesty and pride
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| You gave me hope, made me believe
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| That what I did was right
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| You brought out a passion
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| That had long been missing
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| Yeah you brought out a passion
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| That you never stopped giving
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| And if music seems mundane
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| It’s cos the companies get their own way
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| And all the young bands seem to say
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| Please turn our rebellion into money
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| So thanks for giving me my creed
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| I’ll try to stay onside
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| Y’or helping me to dare to dream
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| After all this time
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| Cos I still see you up there
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| On a stage and playing
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| Yeah I still see you up there
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| I still agree with what your saying |