| It’s no way to live a life
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| The trash piles up and the hygiene slides
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| Rats in the gutter, can’t sense the swing
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| The human race is gonna have a big rethink
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| I don’t wanna come back down
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| Searching through the wreckage of the same old town
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| The flags and banners and borderlines
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| All torn down by a brand new tribe
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| One and one and one is a crime
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| One and one and one is a crime
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| And a crowd is trouble
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| Crowd trouble
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| I take it all in through my brand new eyes
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| I start to recall the day I was born
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| I don’t speak much but I spoken to
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| I’ll always try to be polite and true
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| I don’t wanna come back down
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| Searching through the wreckage of the dirty old town
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| The flags, the banners, the borderlines
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| All torn down by a brand new tribe
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| One and one and one is a crime
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| One and one and one is a crime
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| And a crowd is trouble
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| Crowd trouble
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| What are we gonna do for entertainment?
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| Look at that person standing next to you
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| And believe
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| There’s gonna be crowd trouble
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| There’s gonna be crowd trouble
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| What are we gonna do for entertainment?
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| Look at that person standing next to you
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| Flags and banners and borderlines
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| All torn down by a brand new tribe
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| What are we gonna do for entertainment? |