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[Verse 1] |
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I hope you're only joking |
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I can't believe it's true |
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To take away my freedom |
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I know it's nothing new |
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It doesn't touch your conscience |
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To jumble up my mind |
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A two-way stretch, it's not perfect |
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No matter what you find |
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[Verse 2] |
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The feeling is relentless |
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There's nothing you can prove |
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I'm meeting with the roughnecks |
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Forget about the smooth |
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When everything's permitted |
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Authority to kill |
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A sudden way to cultivate |
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Destruction over will |
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[Pre-Chorus] |
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Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor |
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Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief |
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[Chorus] |
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Could've been a contender |
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Though the chances were slender |
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You gave me the gun |
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But my hands were tied |
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When sweet things turn sour |
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Keep the colonels in power |
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Now that's what I call the great divide (Great divide) |
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[Verse 3] |
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I'm looking for a reason |
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I'll help you let me go |
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Don't bite the hand that feeds them |
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If you've nothing more to show |
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With every step that's taken |
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You're nearer to the end |
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A void that's smart and full of heart |
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A nation to defend |
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[Verse 4] |
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It seems to get me going |
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But maybe I'm a fool |
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I've hurt you without knowing |
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Stop it showing as a rule |
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Accept your points are valid |
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Right away from one to ten |
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Ignore it or try not to force |
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Step forward once again |
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[Pre-Chorus] |
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Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor |
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Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief |
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[Chorus] |
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Could've been a contender |
|
Though the chances were slender |
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You gave me the gun |
|
But my hands were tied |
|
When sweet things turn sour |
|
Keep your colonels in power |
|
Now that's what I call the great divide (Great divide) |
|
[Verse 1] |
|
I hope you're only joking |
|
I can't believe it's true |
|
To take away my freedom |
|
I know it's nothing new |
|
It doesn't touch your conscience |
|
To jumble up my mind |
|
A two-way stretch, it's not perfect |
|
No matter what you find |
|
[Verse 2] |
|
The feeling is relentless |
|
There's nothing you can prove |
|
I'm meeting with the roughnecks |
|
Forget about the smooth |
|
When everything's permitted |
|
Authority to kill |
|
A sudden way to cultivate |
|
Destruction over will |
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[Chorus] |
|
Could've been a contender |
|
Though the chances were slender |
|
You gave me the gun |
|
But my hands were tied |
|
When sweet things turn sour |
|
Keep the colonels in power |
|
Now that's what I call the great divide (Great divide) |
|
Could've been a contender |
|
Though the chances were slender |
|
You gave me the gun |
|
But my hands were tied |
|
When sweet things turn sour |
|
Keep the colonels in power |
|
Now that's what I call the great divide (Great divide) |
|
Could've been a contender |
|
Though the chances were slender |
|
You gave me the gun |
|
But my hands were tied |
|
When sweet things turn sour |
|
Keep the colonels in power |
|
Now that's what I call the great divide (Great divide) |
