| What makes them think they have the right
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| To say what God considers vice?
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| What makes them think they have the right
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| To keep us out of Paradise?
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| They make our lives hell here on earth
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| Poisoning us with guilt and shame
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| If we resist, prison awaits
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| So our love dares not speak its name
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| The crime is when love must hide
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| From now on we’ll love with pride!
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| We’re not afraid to be queer and different
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| If that means hell, well hell we’ll take the chance
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| They’re all so straight, uptight, upright and rigid
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| They march in lock-step, we prefer to dance
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| We see a world of romance and of pleasure
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| All they can see is sheer banality
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| Lavender nights our greatest treasure
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| Where we can be just who we want to be
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| Round us all up, send us away
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| That’s what you’d really like to do
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| But we’re too strong, proud, unafraid
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| In fact we almost pity you
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| You act from fear, why should that be?
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| What is it that you’re frightened of?
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| The way that we dress? |
| The way that we meet?
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| The fact that you cannot destroy our love?
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| We’re going to win our rights to lavender days and nights!
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| We’re not afraid to be queer and different
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| If that means hell, well hell we’ll take the chance
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| They’re all so straight, uptight, upright and rigid
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| They march in lock-step, we prefer to dance
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| We see a world of romance and of pleasure
|
| All they can see is sheer banality
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| Lavender nights our greatest treasure
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| Where we can be just who we want to be
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| Lavender nights our greatest treasure
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| Where we can be just who we want to be |