I am a foreigner
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and I'm walking through new streets
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But before I want to
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I see the same deeds
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Inherited by few,
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a power machine
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that crushes you and strangles you
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right in your sleep
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But be it
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me or it's you
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the leisure class
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I think we all know:
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That be it punk, hip-hop, be it a reggae sound
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It is all connected
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Through the gypsy part of town...
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Let's go!
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It's the underdog world strike!
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And let your Girl Scouts
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lip-synch about the freedom
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Just the way you want 'em
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but soon enough you'll see them
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Soon enough they all, they turn around
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And soon enough you'll see them
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in a different part of town
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'Cause be it -- me or it's you --
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the leisure class:
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I think we all know!
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That be it punk, hip-hop
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be it a reggae sound
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It is all connected
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Through the gypsy part of town
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Let's go!
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It's the underdog world strike!
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I am a foreigner
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and I'm walking through new streets...
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Underdog World Strike
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| Gogol Bordello |
