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Why settle for what we're shown |
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When there is so much more? |
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Sometimes the Book of Law |
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Is only half the story |
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Means and ends: |
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Deciding where to draw the line |
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Loss or work in Sellafield homes |
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Or the threat of cancers yet to come? |
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The choice is obvious: |
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There is no choice |
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Only the option of looking outside |
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This narrow definition of "What you see is all there will ever be" |
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There comes a time - that time is now - |
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When every second, every day |
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When every action, every thought |
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Will tell the world how you cast your vote |
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They break our legs |
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And we say "Thank you" when they offer us crutches |
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Tired of mild reform |
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Sick of hand-me-downs |
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We topple all the theories to the ground: |
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All real change |
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Must come from below |
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Our bosses must live in fear |
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Of the factory-floor |
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And when they smile |
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And they ask for my support, |
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I'll give them these words |
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And a bloody nose: |
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You don't help your enemy |
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When you're at war |
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There are moments in all of our lives |
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Tiny sparks still deep inside |
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When a new-born baby cries |
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When you're watching clouds in a summer sky |
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The first time you walked out on strike |
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Love and sex and holding light |
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Tings that can't be bought |
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By promises and votes |
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I hate the things I love being criminalised |
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I hate the straight-jacket schools I grew up in |
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I hate MPs, judges and magistrates |
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I hate being taught to base my life on TV stars |
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I hate being kept waiting by bureaucrats |
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I hate wars, and all the people who love them |
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I hate the idea of living on other people's backs |
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I hate being filed, registered and classified |
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I hate being watched and monitered |
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I hate police |
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I hate the way you talk down at me |
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I hate being told what to do |
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I hate you when you don't listen |
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I hate the way you distort my sexuality with pornography |
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I hate the pain we inflict on each other |
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On animals, and on the Earth |
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And I hate how love songs have become such cliches |
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through endless, shallow repitition |
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Each angry word |
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Every cynical put-down |
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Every song is carefully born |
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From a hope of something better to come |
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All jumbled-up |
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Love and hate and love |
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Each prompted by the other: |
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For the cause of peace we have to go to war |
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Refusing to sleep |
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Whilst there's a world to win |
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Yet happy to dream |
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Dreams make the plans to change this world |
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Not just some future heaven |
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But today and every day |
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In our place of work |
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In the queue for the metrobus |
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Organise! |
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Here's the rest of our lives! |
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..A tiny spark still deep inside |
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We can and will run the factories and mills |
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We can and will educate ourselves |
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We can and will work the fields |
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We can and will police ourselves |
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We can and will create and build |
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Organise! |
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Here's the rest of our lives! |
