| For now we’ll try to keep, keep our P.M.A
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| 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
|
| And there’s no reason to think
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| That we’ll ever get there
|
| Is it hope or a lack of sense
|
| It’s the fighting spirit of the human race
|
| That keeps us trying in spite of ourselves
|
| For now we’ll try to keep, keep our P.M.A
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| 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 |