| Let me sing a song
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| I won’t make it too long
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| About the young mods' forgotten story
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| Some say by hand of fate
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| But the young make no mistakes
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| They know why the shots rang out
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| While all’s confused
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| Where whereabout
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| And why and when
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| And who to do
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| Shall I tell it like it is
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| Ain’t none of your business
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| Yes it is
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| So let me use the so called right of my opinion
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| Our people fightin' day and night
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| For country pride they have died
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| So the world might see we humanely
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| Human we
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| Preciously
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| Are blind and cannot see
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| So let me sing a song
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| I won’t make it too long
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| About the young mods' forgotten story
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| If we don’t come up to date
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| I’m afraid we’ll be too late
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| And bombs will fall out
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| While all confused
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| With whereabouts
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| And why and when
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| And who to do
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| And you know who
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| Sing a song
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| About the young mods
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| Ain’t none of yer’s business
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| Yes it is
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| Why and when, who to do
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| To you know who |