| When the blood was red and the lies were black and white
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| They put their hands together, they thought they had the right
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| We know they made mistakes, but we still imitate
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| Keep the spirit alive when there’s nothing left at stake
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| Now our heroes seem further away
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| Your fists in the air, but nothing has changed
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| Would they shake their heads, would they feel ashamed
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| Fists in the air for a fucking name
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| All we know is what came before
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| There’s no revolution anymore
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| We look to the past and ask for nothing more
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| There’s no revolution anymore
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| On the edge of tomorrow, what are we fighting for
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| We fight each other whenever we get bored
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| Jaded kids hatred wins and we all lose
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| Your schemes kill our dreams, it’s self abuse
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| All we know is what came before
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| There’s no revolution anymore
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| We look to the past and ask for nothing more
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| There’s no revolution anymore
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| Let’s light a match to these dynamite dreams
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| Let’s let it all go and set it all free
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| I vote for the outcasts, the losers and creeps
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| Who can bring it back again make me believe
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| There’s no revolution anymore! |