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Like a song |
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I have to sing |
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I sing it for you! |
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Like the words |
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I have to bring |
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I bring then to you |
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And in leather, lace or chains |
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We stake our claim |
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Revolution once again |
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But I won't |
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I won't wear it on my sleeve |
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I can see through this expression |
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And you know |
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I don't believe |
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I'm too old to be told |
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Exactly who are you? |
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Tonight, tomorrow's too late |
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And we love to wear a badge, a uniform |
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And we love to fly a flag |
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But I won't let others live in hell |
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As we divide against each other |
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And we fight amongst ourselves |
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Too set in our ways to try to rearrange |
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Too right to be wrong, in this rebel song |
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Let the bells ring out, is there nothing left? |
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Is honesty what you want? |
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A generation without name, ripped and torn |
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Nothing to lose, nothing to gain |
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Nothing at all |
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And if you can't help yourself |
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Well take a look around you |
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When others need your time |
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You say it's time to go it's your time |
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Andry words won't stop the fight |
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Two wrongs won't make it right |
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A new heart is what |
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I need Oh |
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God, make it bleed |
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Is there nothing left? [Written by U2] |
