| I don't know anyone, I don't believe in anything
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| you ask why this is a stupid trick
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| I must hate those who are betrayed a thousand times
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| I remember hurting one thing I want to see
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| Kids attacking the police
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| inflicting blows seized by frenzy
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| kids attacking the police
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| instead of fighting each other
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| Full of pride, haters of enemies
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| Dzieciaki nierzące w fascistowski gods / x 2
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| Hidden behind shields, ready to attack
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| They are waiting for the command to start marching
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| Against their clubs and gas throwers
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| Gasoline bottles with cobblestones
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| Kids attacking the police
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| Frenzy with their blows
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| Kids attacking the police
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| Instead of fighting each other
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| Full of pride, haters of enemies
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| Dzieciaki niebelace w fascowskich bogów / x 2
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| Hey kids! |
| Let hearts be lit.
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| Every policeman is a fucking murderer
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| Don't believe their smiles and assurances
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| Welts from the sticks of the interrogation
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| Kids attacking the police
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| Frenzy with blows
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| Kids attacking the police
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| Instead of fighting each other
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| Full of pride, haters of enemies
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| Dzieciaki niebelace w fascowskich bogów / x 2
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| The kids are stretched out on the asphalt alone
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| Blinded by glare, deafened by sirens
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| How long after the concert or match
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| Your rights will be trampled on, man
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| Kids attacking the police
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| Frenzy with blows
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| Kids attacking the police
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| Instead of fighting each other
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| Full of pride, haters of enemies
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| Dzieciaki niebelace w fascowskich bogów / x 2 |