This is what i want, I want all the punks to take to the streets
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playing their guitars.
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This is what i want <i>[x2]
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This is what i want, Black kids and white kids sharing all the songs
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that their grandmamma taught 'em.
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This is what i want <i>[x2]
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And we'll play em on our horns, we'll bang em on our drums,
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we'll play em on our guitars...
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Singing songs that our mother sang to us when we were young,
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or songs that we may remember reading
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Songs we heard a stranger sing or humming on the streets.
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Songs we made up yesterday on the porch in the rain on our guitars.
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And we'll never sing a song we heard on your radio,
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or a song someone else was paid to write sing
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and we'll never sing of sex - the fakest kind of love,
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those songs will not be played on our guitars.
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And we'll play em on our horns, we'll bang em on our drums,
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we'll play em on our guitars...
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This Is What I Want
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| This Bike Is A Pipe Bomb |
