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So drawn? I warm to the fire in their hearts |
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This ain't romantic gesturing |
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It's a hand to head the charge |
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To the indifference of the preening, idle rich |
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Such champions are cancerous, tumours in the gut |
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of affluent bliss |
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Why let these scab observers tag them trouble-makers? |
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It's naive? You're on a leash. |
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This is the cure for their common complaint (x2, second time scream) |
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Ditch the gullibility |
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Strike 'til the green runs dry |
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bring them to their knees |
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Or squander as they thrive |
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Reject the cure for their common complaint (x2, second time scream) |
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On break, |
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Agitate! |
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Hoist those standards, arm in arm |
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Walk the walk and talk the talk |
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Agitate! Agitate! Agitate! |
