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Here we are, static in the latter half |
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of the twentieth century |
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but it might as well be the Middle Ages, |
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there'll have to be some changes |
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but how they'll come about foxes me. |
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I want the future now, |
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I want to hold it in my hands; |
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all men equal and unbowed, |
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I want the Promised Land. |
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But that doesn't seem to get any closer, |
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and Moses has had his day... |
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the tablets of law are an advertising poster, |
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civilisation here to stay |
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and this is progress? You must be joking! |
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Me, I'm looking for any kind of hope. |
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I want the future now, |
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I want to see it on the screen, |
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I want to break the bounds |
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that make our lives so mean. |
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Oh, blind, blinded, blinding hatred |
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of race, sex, religion, colour, country and creed, |
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these scream from the pages of everything I read. |
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You just bring me oppression and torture, |
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apartheid, corruption and plague; |
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you just bring me the rape of the planet |
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and joke world rights at the Hague. |
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Oh, someday the Millennium! |
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But how far is someday away? |
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I want the future now |
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I'm young, and it's my right. |
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I want a reason to be proud. |
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I want to see the light. |
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I want the future now, |
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I want to see it on the screen, |
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I want to break the bounds: |
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make life worth more than dreams. |
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Yeah, wake up the planet! |
