| You heard it all before
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| But I’m gonna say it again
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| Time is runnin' out
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| The means justifies the end
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| Everybody knows
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| You got to, got to make your stand
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| I’m going for the throat
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| 'Cause I wanna be your man
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| You didn’t see me comin'
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| I was ridin' the pale horse
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| There was too much thunder and lighting
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| The revolution is right on course
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| Where the hell are you gonna run,
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| To get away from yourself?
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| Where are you gonna hide, baby,
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| From you and nobody else?
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| Where the hell are you gonna run,
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| To get away from yourself?
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| Stand in line for the government lobotomy
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| Go ahead and trash your soul
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| But still I got the spirit inside of me
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| Now there’s nowhere else to go
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| I’m in the swirling dust
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| Of the hell-storm we have wrought
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| And I am not alone
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| You better give it some thought
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| Time is on our side
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| If we use our heads
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| 'Cause I’ve got American pride
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| Just listen to your uncle Ted
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| So where are you gonna run,
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| To get away from yourself?
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| Where are you gonna hide, baby,
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| From you and nobody else?
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| Where are you gonna run?
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| Where are you gonna hide?
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| Where are you gonna run?
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| Where the hell are you gonna hide? |