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I request that the best of our minds |
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Be impressed to repent of their crimes |
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For the truth is there all for to see |
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What can be said in defense of man's tyranny? |
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To declare too content of the view |
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That to conform to the norm is what you do |
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If you live wracked in anger and in shame |
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The only road you'll find is that hard road, my friend |
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I concur to defer to the sound |
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Of discontent when it's meant by the crowd |
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If in fairness is how you see it end |
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The only road you'll walk is that hard road, my friend |
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And the papers they were printing they did sell |
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In Clerkenwell there were presses turning |
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And the emigrates they boarded ships and sailed |
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They could not fail to bring passions burning |
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Why deny that the lie that is sent |
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Makes you live work and die for some rent |
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If you're happy then to leave it up to them |
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The only road you'll know is that hard road, my friend |
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We resent the intent of the few |
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Who do conspire to acquire what's our due |
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If you don't know your rights and defend |
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The only road you'll go is that hard road, my friend |
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If you fall and you crawl towards debt |
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And the sum it is more than what was lent |
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If you can't keep your eyes on the change |
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The only road you'll walk is that bloody road, my friend |