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She wakes up in the morning |
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The sun is shining in her face |
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She turns her head around |
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She shares the blanket on which the love embraced |
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She looks out of the window |
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It's a lovely day outside |
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She tells herself that things are fine |
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He pulls the sheets to cover his eyes |
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The essence of the fresh air |
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That garden held the love affair |
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Thinking back their minds |
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Are torn in muddle and confusion |
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So far away another sits |
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Who tries to make the best of it |
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He don't know quite what's hit him |
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It's another love illusion |
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He gazes in his empty room |
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Eyes fixed upon her picture |
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The loneliness, dejectedness |
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God how the fuck he's missed her |
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His eyes turn turn to the window |
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The military roar by |
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He wonders how much hatred |
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Could evolve out of the sky |
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What God had done for peace on earth |
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What man destroyed from day of birth |
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They are concerned with feelings |
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They're just ashamed to cry |
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And one mans plan to push the button |
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Makes other sacrifice |
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The serenade is dead |
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And now the only question's why |
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Why when we are young |
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We're told it's right to love |
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Told it's human nature |
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And that comes from God above? |
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As time moves on we realize |
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That we all look from the pit |
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While a plan hangs above us |
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To keep us in the shit |
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Because the minute we are born |
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We're told what's right and wrong |
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Raised with certain morals |
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Never mentioned in their songs |
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As we grow up we find out that |
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The paths been neatly set |
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In a world of such destruction |
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We only can regret |
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Regret, that is the word of it |
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As we look for our way out of it |
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Why can't they understand |
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We don't want any part of it? |
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The pain they create everyday |
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That just ain't gonna go away |
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We've got to stick together |
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But still you're asking why? |
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The system stands strong |
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As our movement starts to crumble |
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The pressure we once held |
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Has just turned into a rumble |
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They've got us where they want us |
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And you all just accept that |
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Well, don't you think it's time |
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We started to hit back |
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They are the enemy |
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They want a rope around your neck |
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And if they will go that far |
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Then what the fuck is next? |
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Forget the revolution |
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We've heard it all before |
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Heard all of the promises |
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Of nineteen eighty four |
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It's an impossible task |
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Oh, yes, it stands before us all |
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Well, maybe you'll believe it |
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When your back's against the wall |
