Written by Ricky, Kim & Marty Wilde
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Most people wake
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From a nightmare to find
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Everything's great
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It was all in their mind
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So am I still sleeping
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Or is this all real
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If I keep on pinching myself
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Will the fear disappear, oh no
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It's like a stone hanging over our heads
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Ready to blow
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Cos this is our time
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You've got to believe
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That it's yours and it's mine
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You can't close your eyes to the lies
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Perpetrated by dangerous fools
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Cos they're handing out rules
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Like a prophecy chiselled in stone
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Stone
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They're carving out our fate
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Why can't they leave us alone
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Stone, stone
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And messing up the world
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They've got to leave it alone
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They've signed on some paper
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To end all the fear
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But this propaganda
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Is perfectly clear
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They're still building and testing
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But what can we do
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Condemning the seas
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And the land and the trees to a tomb
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Oh no
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It's like a stone hanging over your heads
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Where do we go
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Cos this is your time
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You've got to believe
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That it's yours and it's mine
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You can't close your eyes to the lies
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Perpetrated by dangerous fools
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Cos they're handing out rules
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Like a prophecy chiselled in stone
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Stone
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| Kim Wilde |
