(People on the left, people on the right
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got a lion inside, people of the pride)
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There¡¯s a man who swears he¡¯s god
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Unbelievers will be shot
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There¡¯s a man who walks around
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Like he owns the fucking lot
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There¡¯s a man who takes his time
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From his homemade cuckoo clock
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And he makes us march around it
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Tick tock tick tock tick tock
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There¡¯s a crocodile cross-eyed
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There¡¯s a turning of the tide
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We¡¯re no longer gonna fight for
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Some old crook and all his crimes
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There¡¯s a sewing up of rags
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Into revolution flags,
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Got to stand up to be counted,
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Be an anthem for your times
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It¡¯s just work
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It¡¯s just work, it¡¯s not easy
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And we could all be blown apart
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And heaven is the fire escape
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You try to cling to in the dark
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It¡¯s just work, believe me
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Still my beating heart
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We¡¯ll all be free to fall in love
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With who we want and say
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Yeah
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Say yeah
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People of the pride
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People of The Pride
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| Coldplay |
