The future teaches you to be alone
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The present to be afraid and cold
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So if I can shoot rabbits
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Then I can shoot fascists
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Bullets for your brain today
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But we'll forget it all again
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Monuments put from pen to paper
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Turns me into a gutless wonder
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And if you tolerate this
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Then your children will be next
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And if you tolerate this
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Then your children will be next
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Will be next
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Will be next
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Will be next
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Gravity keeps my head down
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Or is it maybe shame
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At being so young and being so vain
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Holes in your head today
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But I'm a pacifist
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I've walked La Ramblas
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But not with real intent
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And if you tolerate this
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Then your children will be next
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And if you tolerate this
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Then your children will be next
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Will be next
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Will be next
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Will be next
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Will be next
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And on the street tonight an old man plays
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With newspaper cuttings of his glory days
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And if you tolerate this
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Then your children will be next
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And if you tolerate this
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Then your children will be next
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Will be next
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Will be next
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Will be next
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If You Tolerate This Your Children Will Be Next
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| Manic Street Preachers |
