| The times they’re a changing
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| All heavens shall fall
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| At the end of the day
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| They mean nothing at all
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| I hear the call for a revolution
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| And you’re not part of our solution
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| I won’t shut my mouth no more
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| My heart won’t never be ignored -- like before
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| I never demonstrated
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| Always loved, never hated
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| It doesn’t need to be debated
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| 'Cause my hate was just belated -- but awaited
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| Can you hear me now?
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| On a 42-inch plasma screen I watch the tears of Jesus
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| Crying out all gods are dead and hacked into little pieces
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| Your empty words
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| Sway through the cirrus
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| At the end of the day
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| You’ve got nothing on us
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| We’re approved by the weather Gods
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| And all the others share our blood
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| Though I don’t even speak the languauge
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| I can surely feel the hellish — anguish
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| Go ahead and throw the first stone
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| And suck your kingdom to the bone
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| Keep on and criticize us
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| And awake the Gods on Olympus -- for us
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| Have no fear
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| Never care
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| Always dare
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| Never fail
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| We shall prevail
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| This is who we are
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| A conscious for war!
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| A conscious for war! |