| I think I see a revolution
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| Creeping over the red skyline
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| A classic story in the making
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| I can’t afford to close my eyes
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| A big idea is uncharted terrain
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| I cut a wide path with a ballpoint’s pen
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| Couldn’t have done it without you, my friends
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| Couldn’t have done it all by myself
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| And the scrap heap of failed attempts
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| Makes fun kindling for firebrands
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| We only fail if we don’t try again
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| I think I see a revolution
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| Creeping over the red skyline
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| A classic story in the making
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| I can’t afford to close my eyes
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| The midnight oil is never wasted
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| We’re building us something magnificent
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| Stronger than what came before it
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| That’s all, that’s all we ever wanted
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| Break bread with bold brothers
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| Break borders binding progress
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| Break records for breaking records
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| Break big ground before breakfast
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| (Break big ground before breakfast)
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| Boogie down, boogie down, B
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| Beatnik basic with the blitz
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| Better yet boom bap the beat
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| Bring this message to the streets
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| (Hey)
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| You ol' boys with the backroom deals
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| (Hey hey)
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| Backward base with big bones to pick
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| (Hey hey hey)
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| The bickering is becoming boring
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| Beware that change is behind this mountain
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| Better days are born out of brethren brandishing balled fists
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| To the sound of bodies breaking like biscotti
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| To bear the burden for the unborn by god
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| We’ll see better days before we bite the dust and kick the bucket
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| I think I see a revolution
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| Creeping over the red skyline
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| A classic story in the making
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| I can’t afford to close my eyes
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| The midnight oil is never wasted
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| We’re building us something magnificent
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| Stronger than what came before it
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| That’s all, that’s all we ever wanted |