Wake up, oh wake up, don’t sleep, please
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I had another one of those dreams
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Where your feet are bound together
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And the tin man is spinning again
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Hold my hand, I will stand as the world turns around me
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Lock the door to the yard or the wind is bound
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To blow my fragile anchors away
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Who’s gonna carry the blame?
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Who’s gonna take up the campaign
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When these injured streets are bleeding?
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Politicians in command are washing their hands
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Got to tend the marching bands
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When the battered streets are
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When the battered streets are
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When the battered streets are bleeding
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And I am losing my hold
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There are soldiers in the hallway
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They will break down these walls
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There’s an apparition behind the bedroom blinds
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There is black ink in the bathroom sink
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If the gunmen don’t let her go
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Or the snake outside will swallow the house
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Who’s gonna carry the blame?
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Who’s gonna take up the campaign
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When these injured streets are bleeding?
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Politicians in command are washing their hands
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Got to tend the marching bands
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When the battered streets are
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When the battered streets are
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When the battered streets are bleeding
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And I know you will try
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But you cannot protect me from these shadows inside
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'Cause these dreams I have are so much bigger
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Than the blade of a knife or a shotgun’s trigger
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If the gunmen don’t let her go
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Or the snake outside will swallow the house
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Who’s gonna carry the blame?
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Who’s gonna take up the campaign
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When these injured streets are bleeding?
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Politicians in command are washing their hands
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Got to tend the marching bands
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When the battered streets are
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When the battered streets are
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When the battered streets are bleeding
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Who’s gonna carry the blame?
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Who’s gonna take up the campaign?
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When the battered streets are
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When the battered streets are
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When the battered streets are bleeding |