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Sung by mr. black in an attic somewhere in suburbia |
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When a solution comes, |
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It's gonna breathe right down on everyone. |
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When a solution comes |
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It's gonna cover up the clouds |
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And eclipse the sun |
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And black out a pale blue sky, |
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And everybody's gonna be terrified, |
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Because they're all going to feel the bite |
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And there's going to be a revolution |
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When a solution comes. |
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It won't take sides with anyone |
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Regardless of race or creed, |
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The whole wide world is gonna feel the squeeze. |
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The red, black, yellow and white |
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And even the arabs and the israelites |
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They're all going to feel the bite |
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And there's going to be a revolution. |
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I've been searching a long, long time, |
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Looking for a final solution |
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Searching here, searching there, |
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Searching everywhere. |
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Now my day has finally come |
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It's time to shout to everyone |
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I have waited a long, long time, |
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Biding my time and waiting on the sidelines |
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Watching it all go wrong. |
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Witnessing the disintegration, |
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Rubbing my hands in anticipation. |
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Everybody's searching so desperately, |
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They've got to run to someone |
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And that someone's going to be me. |
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Yeah, i'm gonna change the world, |
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I'm going to use a little manipulation. |
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I'm going to build a new civilisation. |
