| Well, it was a techno d-day
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| Out on Omaha Beach
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| I was a reserve DJ
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| Playing Columbian mountain beats
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| Andres Landero
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| Ay mi sombrero
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| Hold onto your hats
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| We gotta go
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| Because the noise inspectors with the sound detectors
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| Were coming on down the beach
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| And the counselors want to pounce on us
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| And there we go disturbing the peace
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| And the Cornish sun had only just begun
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| To sink into the western sea
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| So to keep it low so the cops don’t know
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| I spun my Harry Belafonte
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| On a techno d-day, a techno d-day
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| Out on Omaha Beach
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| Where the troops believe in a life of freedom
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| And this is all about free speech
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| The day became night by the campfire light
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| The crowd began testifying
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| Using the headphones for a mic, four tenors delight
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| I sang another new sound is dying
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| On a techno d-day, a techno d-day
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| Where the long arm of the law can’t reach
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| On a techno d-day, a techno d-day
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| We waited out on Omaha Beach
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| Behind me in the booth was the techno crew
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| Ready with the crucial beats
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| Still they said keep it low, spin your calypso
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| We’re waiting for Babylon to retreat
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| The crowd was ready to riot, they were sick of being quiet
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| We’re still waiting for the signal to go
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| Then the walkie-talkie gear spat out the all-clear
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| And the boys hit the decks in full flow
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| On a techno d-day, a techno d-day
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| Way out on Omaha Beach
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| Where the troops believe in a life of freedom
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| And this is all about free speech
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| Techno d-day, a techno d-day
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| Way out on Omaha Beach
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| Where the troops believe in a life of freedom
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| And this is about free speech
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| Techno d-day, a techno d-day
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| Sometimes you have to get out of reach
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| It was a techno d-day, a techno d-day
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| And this is all about free speech |