| I see you’re not wearing your red cap anymore
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| Well I heard someone say you thought it was getting too small
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| Well, I wish I knew how to alter it
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| But I don’t know how to sew
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| So if you’d like to wear it
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| Then I guess it’s all up to you
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| Standing with your red cap on the barricades
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| I didn’t like you all that much before
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| But now since you’ve stopped wearing it
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| I dislike you even more
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| I’ve heard you’ve not played the guitar for fifteen years, soon
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| Well it’s hard, hard to play the guitar
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| When it’s way outta tune
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| Well, I wish I knew how to tune it
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| But I haven’t got the ear
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| So if someone’s going to do it
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| Then it’s you again, I fear
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| Standing playing guitar on the barricades
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| I didn’t like you all that much before
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| But now since you’ve stopped playing it
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| I dislike you even more
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| I’ve heard that you’re not singing songs anymore
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| But actually I don’t believe you when you say
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| It’s 'cause your throat is sore
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| You better open up your ear
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| 'Cause there’s a new song coming in
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| And if you pick, pick up the tune
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| Maybe even I will join in
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| Standing singing songs upon the barricades
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| I didn’t like you all that much before
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| But now since you’ve let your dear songs die out
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| I dislike you even more
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| Standing with your red cap on the barricades
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| I didn’t like you all that much before
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| But now since you’ve stopped wearing it
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| I dislike you even more…
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| I see you’re not wearing your red cap anymore… |