Turn it up, turn it so loud
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It don't ever stop
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No no no no
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Turn it up, makes me so proud
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I believe in this feeling
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Well you've lost all the things
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That sharing could bring
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Thought you were doing right
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But violence and flames
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And torches and chains
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Are fuelling
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These new northern lights
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Like prisoners working
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On infertile land
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Took eight years
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To find out the score
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If you're sick then you're lonely
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Out of work then you're hungry
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The sentence is four years more
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Turn it up, turn it so loud
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It don't ever stop
|
No no no no
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Turn it up, makes me so proud
|
I believe in this feeling
|
Turn it up, turn it up
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Right up, right up
|
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Who says poverty and race
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Can be kept in their place
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By keeping it
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All underground
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And ruling the country
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Are unfaithful husbands
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Who spank little boys
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Gagged and bound
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There's got to be a better way
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For you and for me
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To turn this hypocrisy round
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The growth of a nation
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Cannot be achieved
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By keeping
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The downtrodden down
|
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Turn it up, turn it so loud
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It don't ever stop
|
No no no no
|
Turn it up, makes me so proud
|
I believe in this feeling
|
Turn it up, turn it up
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Right up, right up
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Turn It Up
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| Simply Red |
