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There's a government whip cracked across your back |
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Where the order of the day is don't listen, attack |
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See the blood run down in your bushwhack town |
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Revolution is the gimmick of a joke less clown |
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Where the body's just yelling for the tax man's gun |
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Talk, don't talk if you've nothing to say |
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Walk, don't walk if your feet don't know the way |
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And requiem for a dying song |
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With a shimmy and a shank from a futile war |
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With the sun that lights the day |
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Breaks the darkness and the powers of another great shame |
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With you my love, with you my love |
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With you I will return |
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And requiem for a dying song |
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Got the barrel by the face should the order release |
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Should the bullet in your pocket turn away and retreat |
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See the terror in the eye of a bloodshot child |
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Only bubble in his belly and the promise of lies |
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Operation, liberation, tell me, you can decide |
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Oh, talk, don't talk if you've nothing to say |
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Walk, don't walk if your feet don't know the way |
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Requiem for a dying song |
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With a shimmy and the shank from a futile war |
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With the sun that lights the day |
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Breaks the darkness and the powers of another great shame |
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But with you my love, with you my love |
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With you I will return |
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And requiem for a dying song |
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Agony from every corner on every street |
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Act like he lost himself over bitterness |
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Explode, explode |
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There's a government whip cracked across your back |
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Where the order of the day is don't listen, attack |
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Oh, talk, don't talk if you've nothing to say |
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Walk, don't walk if your feet don't know the way |
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Requiem for a dying song |
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With a shimmy and the shank from a futile war |
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With the sun that lights the day |
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Breaks the darkness and the powers of another great shame |
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But with you my love, with you my love |
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With you I will return |
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And requiem for a dying song |
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With you my love |
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With you I will return |
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And requiem for a dying song |
