To sing you must first open your mouth. You must have a pair of lungs and a
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little knowledge of music. It is not neccessary to have an accordion or a
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guitar. The essential thing is that I want to sing. Then this is a song, I'm
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singing.
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I breathe in and I create
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Invoke the spirit '68
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Fresh meaning to torn ideas
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Let's bring life to old clich
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Punch a hole in tradition
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Yeah, let's listen to the songs of discontent
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The chords and the movement
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The chords and the movement
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It could all be so simple. We would all stand baffled by the precision and
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accuracy. Our jaws would hurt from dropping so hard, fast and unexpected. It
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would be the perfect metaphor. It would be the perfect song we'd be singing.
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I breathe out and I scream
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Invoke Malatesta's dream
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Inspiration from the past
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Focus to the future at last
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Fixed dogmas can't substitute
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Creative thoughts and action
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We could be dangerous
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Art as a real threat
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And all it is is words
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Words said a million times before
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And all it is is a song
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A song sung a million times before
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I breathe in and I create
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Invoke the spirit of '68
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I breathe out and I scream
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Invoke Malatesta's dream
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Protest song '68
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