| Were overrated, uneducated
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| It’s not easy being so liberated
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| So isolated, its complicated
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| Being loved or being hated
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| And nothing feels quite as real
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| As when you’re hanging from the ceiling like an imbecile
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| In the name of peace, love and unity
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| We came, we conquered
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| We were outnumbered
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| One for all we will never fumble
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| Take a tumble, in the rumble
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| All for one we will never crumble
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| No one knows where to go
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| After bumping in the rough … blow by blow
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| In the name of peace, love and unity
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| But what have done wrong
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| Were only standing and singing our songs
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| But it don’t have to be for you boys; |
| not unless you sing along
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| But what have done wrong
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| Were only standing and singing our songs
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| This is not a call to arms boy; |
| not unless you sing along
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| We get together in any weather
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| We’ve come to the end of our tether
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| We will endeavor the same as ever
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| To stand for no shit whatsoever
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| We can fight to get it right
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| Bumping in the rough is not a pretty sight
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| In the name of peace love and unity
|
| But what have done wrong
|
| Were only standing and singing our songs
|
| But it don’t have to be for you boys; |
| not unless you sing along
|
| But what have done wrong
|
| Were only standing and singing our songs
|
| This is not a call to arms boy; |
| not unless you sing along
|
| And nothing feels quite as real
|
| As when you’re hanging from the ceiling like an imbecile
|
| In the name of peace, love and unity
|
| But what have done wrong
|
| Were only standing and singing our songs
|
| This is not a call to arms boy; |
| not unless you sing along |