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Sometimes when facing common trouble |
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When whole town is screwed |
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We become actually human |
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Act like Prometheus would |
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Suddenly there is more humor |
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And a party tabor style |
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People ringing one another "Yo man, how was your blackout?" |
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Suddenly there is more music |
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Made with the buckets in the park |
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Girls are dancing with the flashlights |
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I got only one guitar! |
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And you see brothers and sisters |
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All engaged in sport of help |
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Making merry out of nothing |
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Like in refugee camp |
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Oh yeah Oh no, it doesn't have to be so |
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It is possible any time anywhere |
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Even without any dough |
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Oh yeah Oh no, it doesn't have to be so |
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Forces of the creative mind are unstoppable! |
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And you think, |
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All right, now people |
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They have finally woked up |
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But as soon as the trouble over |
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Watch them take another nap |
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Nobody is making merry |
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Only trotting scared of boss |
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Everybody's making hurry |
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For some old forgotten cause |
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But one thing is surely eternal |
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It's condition of a man |
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Who don't know where he is going |
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Who don't know where does he stand |
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Who's dream power is corked bottle |
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Put away in dry dark place |
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Who's youth power is well buried |
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Under propaganda waves |
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Who's dream life is in opposition |
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With the life he leads today |
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Who's beaten down in believing |
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It just kinda goes this way! |
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Oh no, it doesn't have to be so |
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Forces of the creative mind are unstoppable! |
