Sung by Mr. Black in an attic somewhere in suburbia
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When a solution comes,
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It's gonna breathe right down on everyone.
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When a solution comes
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It's gonna cover up the clouds
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And eclipse the sun
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And black out a pale blue sky,
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And everybody's gonna be terrified,
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Because they're all going to feel the bite
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And there's going to be a revolution
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When a solution comes.
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It won't take sides with anyone
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Regardless of race or creed,
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The whole wide world is gonna feel the squeeze.
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The red, black, yellow and white
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And even the Arabs and the Israelites
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They're all going to feel the bite
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And there's going to be a revolution.
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I've been searching a long, long time,
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Looking for a final solution
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Searching here, searching there,
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Searching everywhere.
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Now my day has finally come
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It's time to shout to everyone
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I have waited a long, long time,
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Biding my time and waiting on the sidelines
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Watching it all go wrong.
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Witnessing the disintegration,
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Rubbing my hands in anticipation.
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Everybody's searching so desperately,
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They've got to run to someone
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And that someone's going to be me.
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Yeah, I'm gonna change the world,
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I'm going to use a little manipulation.
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I'm going to build a new civilisation.
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When A Solution Comes
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