| A man in a hat
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| Paused for the camera
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| And raised his hand for all to see
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| And with two fingers up
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| He then spread them apart
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| He said give us a sign victory
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| And I walked down the stairs
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| Meeting the eyes
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| Of a woman who is not for me
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| But she’s calm and she’s sweet
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| And she’s struck and imposing
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| Her name is pronounced Victory
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| And her wings have been tied on with ribbons
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| And the torch that she carries is dark
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| But she sheds her disguise when she follows my eyes
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| And she uses my teeth for a spark
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| The question is are you
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| But some opportunist
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| A wolf caught befriending the sheep
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| And I answer that I am
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| Confused and aloof
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| And yet arrogant for victory
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| She says all the good words are the old ones
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| And the short are preferred to the long
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| She says you should be weak and be good as of now
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| You’re just evil and trying to be strong
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| But I don’t make new mistakes
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| She thinks that I’m not awake
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| I should leave now
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| It’s too late
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| Well I’m not really sure what we’re doing this for
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| Is there something to see underneath?
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| And I want to believe I am mine for the many
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| And title this one victory
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| Well I don’t know if I’m where I’m needed
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| If you need me please raise up your voice
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| I hate being alive if it’s just to survive
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| I’d rather sing than be left making noise
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| (alright)
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| A man in a hat
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| Swallowed his history
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| And begged with his old colonies
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| He said give us the guns
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| The grenades and the mortars
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| We won’t stop before victory
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| No we won’t stop before victory
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| And I won’t stop before victory |