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Well, I remember you used to say that you want |
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A revolution, someday. |
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It's funny how you forget... |
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'Cause I remember you'd be tied down and screaming |
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And I was this bad boy who never listened, |
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Well, no one hurts more than the man who won't believe it, |
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And you go down, after all this, |
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Well I remember you'd be tied down and screaming |
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Santa Monica, put up your hands! |
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We've surrounded your promised land |
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The British army, waiting for command, |
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Santa Monica, you've got no chance |
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And the day was, a blood red. |
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After all these men go to their beds |
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And you wish it back, well... |
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I remember you'd be tied down and screaming |
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(Chorus) |
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And the day ends, with sound, |
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All horizons go out, with the ground, |
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And you wish it back well, |
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I remembered you'd be tied down and screaming... |
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