| Like a song I have to sing
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| I sing it for you
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| Like the words I have to bring
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| I bring it for you
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| And in leather, lace and chains, we stake our claim
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| Revolution once again
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| No I won’t, I won’t wear it on my sleeve
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| I can see through this expression and you know I don’t believe
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| Too old to be told, exactly who are you?
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| Tonight, tomorrow’s too late
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| And we love to wear a badge, a uniform
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| And we love to fly a flag
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| But I won’t let others live in hell
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| As we divide against each other and we fight amongst ourselves
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| Too set in our ways to try to rearrange
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| Too right to be wrong, in this rebel song
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| Let the bells ring out (Oh)
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| Let the bells ring out (Oh)
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| Is there nothing left?
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| Is there, is there nothing?
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| Is there nothing left?
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| Is honesty what you want?
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| A generation without name, ripped and torn
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| Nothing to lose, nothing to gain
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| Nothing at all, and if you can’t help yourself
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| Well, take a look around you, when others need your time
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| You say it’s time to go, it’s your time
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| Angry words won’t stop the fight, two wrongs won’t make it right
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| A new heart is what I need, oh, God, make it bleed
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| Is there nothing left? |
| (Oh)
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| (Oh, oh)
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| Let the bells ring out (Oh)
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| Let the bells ring out (Oh)
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| Is there nothing left?
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| Is there, is there nothing?
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| Is there nothing left?
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| Is honesty what you want?
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| Let the bells ring out (Oh)
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| Let the bells ring out (Oh)
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| Is there nothing left?
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| Is there, is there nothing?
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| Is there nothing left?
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| Is honesty what you want? |