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Way back in the days of new |
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There used to be a way to get it through |
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It marked the dawning of an age |
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But if you look today you won't find it |
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It's been tightly locked away |
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All the big boys - they won't let it play |
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Even though they brought it on themselves |
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The mighty tyrant spreads it's wrath |
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Upon the human race |
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"Never give the faithful ones a chance" |
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They lived by in disgrace |
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Nevermind true talent |
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And the ones with tortured souls |
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They ain't gonna make the man a buck |
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Or two a million fold |
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Blinded by technology |
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You know who you are |
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You can hold us down |
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But you'll never take what I've got |
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Inside of me |
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I'm gonna sing it to you now |
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Inside of me |
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Next time around |
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Gonna put you in your place |
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You're gonna pay the price |
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For such a big disgrace |
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Next time around |
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We ain't gonna go easy |
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Big money world - it come down |
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It come a-crashing down on you |
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Come a-crashing down on you |
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Come a-crashing down on you |
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Come a-crashing down on you |
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Gonna come a-crashing down |
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Next time around |
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Gonna put you in your place |
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You're gonna pay the price |
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For such a big disgrace |
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Next time around |
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We ain't gonna go so easy |
