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I see you're not wearing your red cap anymore |
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Well I heard someone say you thought it was getting too small |
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Well, I wish I knew how to alter it |
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But I don't know how to sew |
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So if you'd like to wear it |
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Then I guess it's all up to you |
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Standing with your red cap on the barricades |
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I didn't like you all that much before |
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But now since you've stopped wearing it |
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I dislike you even more |
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I've heard you've not played the guitar for fifteen years, soon |
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Well it's hard, hard to play the guitar |
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When it's way outta tune |
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Well, I wish I knew how to tune it |
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But I haven't got the ear |
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So if someone's going to do it |
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Then it's you again, I fear |
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Standing playing guitar on the barricades |
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I didn't like you all that much before |
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But now since you've stopped playing it |
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I dislike you even more |
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I've heard that you're not singing songs anymore |
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But actually I don't believe you when you say |
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It's 'cause your throat is sore |
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You better open up your ear |
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'Cause there's a new song coming in |
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And if you pick, pick up the tune |
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Maybe even I will join in |
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Standing singing songs upon the barricades |
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I didn't like you all that much before |
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But now since you've let your dear songs die out |
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I dislike you even more |
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Standing with your red cap on the barricades |
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I didn't like you all that much before |
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But now since you've stopped wearing it |
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I dislike you even more... |
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I see you're not wearing your red cap anymore... |
