It's the stuff we think we know
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That stops us all from learning
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It's the wood that needs to grow
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That keeps your fires burning
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You can educate a fool
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You can wrap him up in learning
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You can read him all rules
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But you can never make him think
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Chorus:
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With an instant radical change of perception
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A hundred and eighty degrees in direction
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Inoculate against the infection
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And set a new course on a brand new trajection
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In a brand new direction
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It's the greenhouse that we're heating
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That makes tomorrow colder
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And doomsday drums are beating
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A tattoo upon your shoulder
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You can educate a fool
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He could be a title holder
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You could read him all the rules
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But you can never make him think
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Chorus:
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With an instant radical change of perception
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A hundred and eighty degrees in direction
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Inoculate against the infection
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And set a new course on a brand new trajection
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In a brand new direction
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A change of perception
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On a brand new trajection
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Instant Radical Change Of Perception
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| UB40 |
