He said that he'd never fight to the death but he'd fight for his own dream
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He said he knew he was right, he was right to be revolutionary
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His name was Vladimir the warrior
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His weapons were within the law
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His name was Vladimir though this sounds tame
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I don't think I will ever be the same.
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He grew so tall and so strong and the words that he spoke they were so pretty
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(Oh Vladimir!)
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And I believed every word, I believed that despite all this he loved me
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And I believed in every speech he thought of me
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His name was Vladimir and he had sworn to set us free.
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He said if they didn't agree he said he would fine a way to make them
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And I guarantee that I didn't agree 'til the day we marched on London
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And when I saw his eyes were twinkling
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And we strode forwards singing
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His name was Vladimir and he would be
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In love with everyone, with everyone,
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In love with everyone but me.
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BANG.
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They shot him in the heart, beyond the London strand
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The last words that he said: "You're only going to kill a man"
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So we stood in the sun to see
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And there we sang in his memory:
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"All Hail all hail Vladimir"
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'Cause I loved him dearly, even though
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Even though...
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Well, you know
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"All Hail all hail Vladimir!"
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And I can't decide
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We can't decide
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ALL HAIL! ALL HAIL VLADIMIR!
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d drink to eachother forever...!
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Vladimir
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The Indelicates |