| When I was a boy there’s a dream that I had
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| That a war if it’s fought was for good against bad
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| And I woke up to find that the world had gone mad
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| And we’d all fall down
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| And I feel like a child again sitting observing
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| You’re toying with power, your fingers are burning
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| You’re pushing so hard that the worms won’t be turning
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| We’ll all fall down
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| While you try to pretend you’re a god upon high
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| With your party ideals and your squeaky clean lies
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| When it comes to the crunch you’re not smarter than I
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| And we’ll all fall down
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| If it’s colour or creed or your old time religion
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| Well fighting for that shows a pure lack of vision
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| The fight that we strive is the fight to survive
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| And we’ll all fall down
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| Well look in the mirror and what do you see
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| An American, Russian, a soldier or me
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| When you’ve all pressed the buttons just where will you be
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| When we all fall down
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| It gets harder to see just what future’s in store for us
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| Hard to see through all the wool you pull over us
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| Words that you give are just words to console us
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| We’ll all fall down
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| And what will you do when you’ve pulled the release
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| When the sound of the thunder has drowned out the pleas
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| Cos after all that was your idea of peace
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| When we all fall down
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| No sun for a world that once stood so tall
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| No wind’s going to blow and no rain’s going to fall
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| No flowers for graves, in fact no graves at all
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| When we all fall down |