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Most people wake |
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From a nightmare to find |
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Everything's great |
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It was all in their mind |
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So am I still sleeping |
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Or is this all real |
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If I keep on pinching myself |
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Will the fear disappear, oh no |
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It's like a stone hanging over our heads |
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Ready to blow |
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Cos this is our time |
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You've got to believe |
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That it's yours and it's mine |
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You can't close your eyes to the lies |
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Perpetrated by dangerous fools |
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Cos they're handing out rules |
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Like a prophecy chiselled in stone |
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Stone |
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They're carving out our fate |
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Why can't they leave us alone |
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Stone, stone |
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And messing up the world |
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They've got to leave it alone |
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They've signed on some paper |
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To end all the fear |
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But this propaganda |
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Is perfectly clear |
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They're still building and testing |
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But what can we do |
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Condemning the seas |
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And the land and the trees to a tomb |
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Oh no |
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It's like a stone hanging over your heads |
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Where do we go |
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Cos this is your time |
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You've got to believe |
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That it's yours and it's mine |
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You can't close your eyes to the lies |
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Perpetrated by dangerous fools |
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Cos they're handing out rules |
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Like a prophecy chiselled in stone |