Like a song I have to sing
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I sing it for you!
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Like the words I have to bring
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I bring then to you
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And in leather, lace or chains
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We stake our claim
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Revolution once again
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But I won't
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I won't wear it on my sleeve
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I can see through this expression
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And you know I don't believe
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I'm too old to be told
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Exactly who are you?
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Tonight, tomorrow's too late
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And we love to wear a badge, a uniform
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And we love to fly a flag
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But I won't let others live in hell
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As we divide against each other
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And we fight amongst ourselves
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Too set in our ways to try to rearrange
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Too right to be wrong, in this rebel song
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Let the bells ring out, is there nothing left?
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Is honesty what you want?
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A generation without name, ripped and torn
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Nothing to lose, nothing to gain
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Nothing at all
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And if you can't help yourself
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Well take a look around you
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When others need your time
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You say it's time to go it's your time
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Andry words won't stop the fight
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Two wrongs won't make it right
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A new heart is what I need
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Oh God, make it bleed
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Is there nothing left?
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[Written by U2]
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Like A Song
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| Believer |
