| How can I try to go on with my life
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| Say what you like but it’s hard to go on
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| Remember nineteen sixty five with those faces painted white?
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| Well just like me they did not succeed
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| So why do I go on
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| The lies that we hear about it
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| Never seem to turn our heads
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| We’re numb to what we feel about it
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| We’re deaf to what we hear
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| There’s a posters on my wall
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| It says 'prepare to meet thy doom'
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| But I’m too young, too young to die
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| For this I will survive
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| It’s not too late to change the things that we have done
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| We can’t stand still and watch while everything goes wrong
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| It’s not too late too late too late
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| So tell me who are the people
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| That sit alone at the top of stairs
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| Never do we see them
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| Theirs is no answer to our prayers
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| So mister this and mister that
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| You think that we don’t know your games
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| Yet you’re the ones with atomic bombs
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| To send us to our graves
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| It’s not too late to change the things that we have done
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| We can’t stand still and watch while everything goes wrong
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| It’s not too late too late too late
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| (Interlude)
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| Far far away there are others who feel the same
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| Deep down inside if we want then we can win
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| So stand up now you people before millions of you die
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| Because it’s not too late to change our fate
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| We’ve gotta put up the fight
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| It’s not too late to change the things that we have done
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| We can’t stand still and watch while everything goes wrong
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| It’s not too late too late too latee |