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The future teaches you to be alone |
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The present to be afraid and cold |
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So if I can shoot rabbits |
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Then I can shoot fascists |
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Bullets for your brain today |
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But we'll forget it all again |
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Monuments put from pen to paper |
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Turns me into a gutless wonder |
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And if you tolerate this |
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Then your children will be next |
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And if you tolerate this |
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Then your children will be next |
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Will be next, will be next, will be next |
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Gravity keeps my head down |
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Or is it maybe shame? |
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At being so young |
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And being so vain |
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Holes in your head today |
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But I'm a pacifist |
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I've walked |
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Las Ramblas |
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But not with real intent |
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And if you tolerate this |
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Then your children will be next |
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And if you tolerate this |
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Then your children will be next |
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Will be next, will be next, will be next |
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And on the street tonight an old man plays |
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With newspaper cuttings of his glory days |
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If you tolerate this |
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Then your children will be next |
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If you tolerate this |
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Then your children will be next |
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And if you tolerate this |
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Then your children will be next |
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And if you tolerate this |
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Then your children will be next |
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Will be next, will be next, will be next |
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And on the street tonight an old man plays |
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With newspaper cuttings of his glory days |
