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So - |
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In the beginning there was hum |
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from a poet whose pulse fell |
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Drum drum drum! |
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He would perform prayers and all |
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till one day he heard a voice call |
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Come come come! |
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Suspicious he moved with vicious caution |
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Dismisses, he thinks it's a little off |
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People get held back |
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By the voice inside them |
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Yo - |
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The voice said I'm poised to speak inside you |
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Rejoice and please let me invite you |
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To evil, greed and lies too |
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Yeah - |
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Confusing days he moved in ways he soon became a kuuni |
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Boom boom boom |
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And knock on his door his lord is no more |
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And knock on his door his soul is no more |
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La la la la- yeah |
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La la la la- that was in the beginning |
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La la la la- as the story goes on |
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La la la la- |
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So so so - |
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The poet's got a proposal |
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He would always hope but never know |
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What it feels to be free |
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He would be the frozen imposed as the chosen on all those opposing |
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But he would be greedy |
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That's got him there |
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He's power hungry and proud too |
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People don't care, people just scared |
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People don't care, people just prayer |
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La la la la- yeah |
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La la la la- that was in the beginning |
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La la la la- there was a hum |
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La la la la- and things change |
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La la la la- |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah - |
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Say - |
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It's better to light a candle than to curse the dark |
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In the eyes of the youth there are question marks |
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Like freedom |
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Freedom for the mind and soul |
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We don't see them |
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See them for their worth at all |
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That's why we lead them |
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Lead them to these wars and what is it we feed them |
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Feed them our impurities and who it is we treat them |
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Treat them like the enemy humanity will need them |
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Need them like the blood we spill and where freedom |
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Freedom for the hearts we fill |
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Mislead them |
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They hunger for the love we give |
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But we cheat them |
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The cops beat them when all he wants is his freedom |
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So they defeat them |
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Whatever spirit he's got |
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Beat them |
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And they teach them that the rest of the world don't need him |
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And he believes it's a disease that he's heathen |
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Put up your fists if all you want is freedom |
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Put up your fists if all you want is - |
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La la la la- That was in the beginning |
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La la la la- And things change |
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La la la la- |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah - |
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And we keep holding on |
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And we keep being strong |
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And we keep going on |
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And on and on and on |
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And we keep holding on |
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And we keep being strong |
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And we keep going on |
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And on and on and on |
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3x |
