[RINGMASTER]
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So to the streets in the pouring rain
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The dispossessed and the drunk and the lame
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Gathered in bands and took the law into their own hands
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Like the daring young man on the flying trapeze
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Like birds flying into a storm
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They took the great leap
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And launched themselves into the void
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[CHORUS]
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We broke into the arsenal, Les Invalides
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Found cannonball and powder, everything we need
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We marched on the Bastille
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The home of tyranny
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Killed the jailer
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And set two madmen free
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[RINGMASTER]
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When you have an army of your own
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You get to choose
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Who will live
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Who will die
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Who will win
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Who will lose
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[TROUBLEMAKER]
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A piece of prison stone
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Is all I have to call my own
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Insight to see the other side
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Strength and weakness, love and pride
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Is all I have to leave my child
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If my child survives
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He'll judge men by their deeds and not their smiles
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He'll keep his taste of good red wine
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His pride, his friends, his lust for life
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These are the things that will avail him
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If my child survives...
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[Curtain]
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So To The Streets In The Pouring Rain
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| Roger Waters |
