| While every rich son of a bitch
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| is just getting richer
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| And the poor battered Cubs
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| have lost another good pitcher
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| While the fundamentalist fringe
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| lends its voice to the president
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| And the poor sink deeper
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| into disenfranchisement
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| While the heirs of Joe McCarthy
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| whine «witch hunt» without flinching
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| And save a ward of white power
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| from «a high-tech lynching» *
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| While their pet «uppity black»
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| strikes a pose and prays
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| And a lotta real uppity blacks are
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| spinning in their graves
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| Take my hand… Take my arm
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| Take my kiss… Make me warm
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| And liberate me for New Year’s Eve
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| While the clothes have no emperor
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| and image is the only noise
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| While boys still make the rules
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| and girls are back to being toys
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| Save a soft place for me
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| under your skin
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| Gimme shelter in your heart
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| In your flesh, deep in sin, a place to hide in
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| And all I want for Christmas
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| is to wrap you up
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| And make you
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| my sweater and my tie
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| Then I' Il be your shiny new chemistry set
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| and stuff your stocking with my heart
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| once more before we die
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| So take my hand… Take my arm
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| Take my kiss… Make me warm
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| And liberate me for New Year’s Eve
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| While Brando buys an island
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| just to be free
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| All I need is for you
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| to make love to me
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| If only once a year
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| then let it be
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| At the end and the beginning on
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| New Year’s Eve
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| Take my hand… Take my arm
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| Take my kiss… Make me warm
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| And liberate me for New Year’s Eve
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| Don’t let this harvest go to seed
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| For want of that miracle deed
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| That sweetest reason to believe
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| Oh liberate me for New Year’s Eve. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Liberate Me for New Year's Eve , by - Theo Hakola. Song from the album Hunger of a Thin Man, in the genre Альтернатива