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When the blood was red and the lies were black and white |
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they put their hands together they thought the right |
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we know they made mistakes but we still imiate |
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keep the spirit alive when there's nothing left at stake |
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now our heroes seem further away |
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your fists in the air but nothing has changed |
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would they shakes their heads would they feel ashamed |
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fists in the air for a fucking name |
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all we know is what came before |
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there's no revolution anymore |
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we look to the past and ask for nothing more |
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there's no revolution anymore |
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on the edge of tomorrow what are we fighting for |
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we fight each other whenever we get bored. |
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jaded kids hatred wins ans we all lose |
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schemes kill our dreams its self abuse |
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lets light a match to these dynamite dreams |
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lets let it all go and set it all free |
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i vote for the outcasts the losers and creeps |
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who can bring it back again make me believe |
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there's no revolution anymore! |
