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When the rhythm calls |
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The government falls |
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Here come the cops |
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From Tokyo to |
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Soweto, viva la musica pop |
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We are black and white |
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And we dance all night down at the hop |
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And the letters were tall |
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On the Berlin |
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Wall, viva la musica pop |
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So if you're feeling low, stuck in some bardo |
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I, even I know the solution |
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Love, music, wine and revolution |
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Love, love, love music, wine and revolution |
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This too shall pass |
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So raise your glass to change and chance |
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And freedom is the only law |
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Shall we dance? |
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This too shall pass |
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So raise your glass to change and chance |
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And freedom is the only law |
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Shall we dance? |
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So if you're feeling low, stuck in some bardo |
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I, even I know the solution |
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Love, music, wine and revolution |
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Love, love, love music, wine and revolution |
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So if you're feeling low, stuck in some bardo |
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I, even I know the solution |
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Love, music, wine and revolution |
