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And no one dares to ask them what they do after dark |
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And the prize they give to men who kill is a statue in the park |
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Don't let them cut your wings dear ones before you learn to fly |
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Too soon the game will seem too real and then no one will ask why |
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I'm scared to start but can't stop my heat now I want the Revolution |
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It's what they do not what they say that screams out "it's a lie" |
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Let's hang together then good friends or you know we'll hang alone |
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And the hawks that fly will tear your eyes and rip the skin clean off your bones |
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I'm afraid to die but I'm a man inside and I need the Revolution |
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And I'm crying watching brothers of mine doing time for making those waves |
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About evil men who've been sittin' on them laughin' lovin' the system they've saved |
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All those heavy handed hit down hard arms have pushed me to this fight |
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And I'm tired of seeing our name done wrong when it's us who gives 'em the right |
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And if looks can tell sure as hell we're gonna have our Revolution |
