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Were overrated, uneducated |
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It's not easy being so liberated |
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So isolated, its complicated |
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Being loved or being hated |
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And nothing feels quite as real |
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As when you're hanging from the ceiling like an imbecile |
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In the name of peace, love and unity |
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We came, we conquered |
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We were outnumbered |
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One for all we will never fumble |
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Take a tumble, in the rumble |
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All for one we will never crumble |
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No one knows where to go |
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After bumping in the rough blow by blow |
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In the name of peace, love and unity |
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But what have done wrong |
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Were only standing and singing our songs |
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But it don't have to be for you boys; not unless you sing along |
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But what have done wrong |
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Were only standing and singing our songs |
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This is not a call to arms boy; not unless you sing along |
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We get together in any weather |
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We've come to the end of our tether |
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We will endeavor the same as ever |
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To stand for no shit whatsoever |
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We can fight to get it right |
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Bumping in the rough is not a pretty sight |
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In the name of peace love and unity |
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But what have done wrong |
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Were only standing and singing our songs |
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But it don't have to be for you boys; not unless you sing along |
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But what have done wrong |
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Were only standing and singing our songs |
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This is not a call to arms boy; not unless you sing along |
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And nothing feels quite as real |
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As when you're hanging from the ceiling like an imbecile |
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In the name of peace, love and unity |
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But what have done wrong |
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Were only standing and singing our songs |
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This is not a call to arms boy; not unless you sing along |
