(Chris Dreja / Jim McCarty / Jeff Beck / Keith Relf / Paul Samwell-Smith)
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I want somebody here to tell me why,
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There's always smoke up in the sky.
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Please don't make me want to cry,
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Detail has not been seen.
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Summer trees should all be green,
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Plain and green as they have been,
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Sun don't ever change the scene,
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Please never let them die.
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What do you want?
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What do you want?
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What do you want?
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What do you want?
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Sounds which soar above my ears,
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Will naturally precede in years,
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They only cause a flood of tears,
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I want to turn and run.
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Don't need someone to make my fun,
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Only need to see the sun,
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I will not go and cause harm,
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I cannot think that way.
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What do you want?
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What do you want?
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What do you want?
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What do you want?
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Sit spellbound by a flickering screen,
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Watch the ever changing scenes,
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Listen to the rising screams,
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Of children of today.
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Lock your doors and stay within,
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Upon your face the stupid grins,
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Penalty for unrealised sins,
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Committed on your way.
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What do you want?
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What do you want?
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What do you want?
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What do you want?
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What do you want?
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What do you want?
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What Do You Want
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The Yardbirds |