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For now we'll try to keep, keep our |
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P.M.A. For now we'll try to keep living our own way |
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The man can't tell us how, tell us how to live |
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It's not his place and we're not his fucking slaves |
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Treat me badly, treat me wrong |
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Test me for the millionth time |
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I won't change my attitude |
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I'll improve by not being like you |
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Treat me kindly, treat me well |
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Lift me briefly from the hell |
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Just remind me why there's hope |
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For any of us at all |
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Nothing's easy from where we stand |
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It's a long hard road to the promised land |
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And there's no reason to think |
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That we'll ever get there |
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Is it hope or a lack of sense |
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It's the fighting spirit of the human race |
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That keeps us trying in spite of ourselves |
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We think that we look above |
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For salvation on this earth |
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But we look to books of man |
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Created by no others hand |
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Why would this give us the right |
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To be so sure we've seen the light |
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Let's be modest, let's be true |
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We're the only hope we've got |
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Nothing's easy from where we stand |
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It's a long hard road to the promised land |
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And there's no reason to think |
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That we'll ever get there |
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Is it hope or a lack of sense |
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It's the fighting spirit of the human race |
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That keeps us trying in spite of ourselves |
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For now we'll try to keep, keep our |
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P.M.A. For now we'll try to keep living our own way |
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The man can't tell us how, tell us how to live |
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It's not his place and we're not his fucking slaves |
