| Gotta fight, gotta strike
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| 'Cause there’s no turning away
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| From what you don’t want to know
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| Gotta see, gotta be
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| If they’re all going astray
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| Don’t let them take you in tow
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| You’re a one-man shift in the weather
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| You’re the woman who just won’t sell
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| Climbing up and ringing the bell
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| Ooh, you’re gonna make your mark this time
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| Ooh, you’re gonna set your hope on fire
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| Gotta leave, gotta bleed
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| You’ve gotta stop lying still
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| 'Cause this is no kind of life
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| You don’t need guarantees
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| You just want something to build
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| Before you turn to the knife
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| When the streets are aflood like a fever
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| It’s a holiday of the new
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| We’re coming closer now to the truth
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| Ooh, you’re gonna make your mark this time
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| Ooh, you’re gonna set your hope on fire
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| Running out of time
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| They’re closing in on us
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| Taking it all
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| Running out of time
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| They’re closing in
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| But we’ll stand tall
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| We’ll dance them down
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| We’ll burn and fry
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| Before we fall
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| Gotta move, gotta choose
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| You’ve got a difference to make
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| Don’t watch it happen again
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| Gotta change, rearrange
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| Something’s bending to break
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| It’s just a matter of when
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| Ooh, you’re gonna make your mark this time
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| Ooh, you’re gonna set your hope on fire |