Times up!
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You're outta luck and your back's up against the wall.
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From Tunisia to Washington the people are calling: a¢æ©«No!a¢æ?
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Your gas n guns, your clubs n thugs, your lies on the TV,
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None of that can save you now as your reign is swept away.
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Get up! Get up!
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Your voices are needed.
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Become, become the pulse of the revolution,
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In the ranks of the masses risin'.
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Another shakedown and a slap in the face,
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and he know he'd had had enough.
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He doused himself in gasoline, took a breath, and lit a match.
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She said: a¢æ©«I will go down to Tehrir Square and I will stand alone,
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And if you have any dignity, I won't be on my own.a¢æ?
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Get up! Get up!
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Your voices are needed.
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Become, become the pulse of the revolution,
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In the ranks of the masses risin'.
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The Ranks Of The Masses Rising
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