Where there's a music shouldl be comin' out of every car
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There is a silence all over downtown
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Where community celebrates shall be aroused
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I walk the sterile gardens where life is on pause
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No can do this!
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No can do that!
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What da hell can you do, my friend?
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In this place that you call your town
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I guess you can't expect much from the hometown
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Well I don't know if you can even call it your own
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When they don't want you to get near excitement
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And in protest to that you just stay home
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No can do this!
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No can do that!
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What da hell can you do, my friend?
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In this place that you call your town
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On intersection of all dimensions
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where I was stoppin' by just for a drink
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I meet a brother from tribal connection
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"and together we began to sing. we gonna
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turn frustration into inspiration. whatever demons are there
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we gonna set them free. such is the method of
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tribal connection"
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of our fun loving restless breed
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I wanna walk this Earth like it is mine
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And so is everyone in our funlovin' tribe
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C'mon man, is that real so much to ask
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from all these goddamn nazi-fuedals, but
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I'm gonna take it to community
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Cause I want everyone to see
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There never was any conspiracy
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And we are all here simple to sing:
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No can do this! No can do that!
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Where the's music should be comin' out of every car
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There is a silence all over downtown
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Only intersection semi-alive
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Outskirts are sedated, be gone...
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Tribal Connection
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| Gogol Bordello |
