Hands up!
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Black listed, discarded in ignorance,
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But our wings grow stronger everyday
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And so do our hearts with every hope.
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Tempered with compassion and an intellect:
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Here's our anger! Here's our rage!
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Rage!
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And behold the revolution,
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Here in the hearts of you and I.
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Yeah we hold the revolution, in our songs.
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In our songs!
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Tipping scales and offering solutions,
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Painting pictures to burn and then repaint
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With brighter colours on the canvas.
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Energized by music, love and life:
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With fists high we sing into the night!
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The night!
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And behold the revolution,
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Here in the hearts of you and I.
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Yeah we hold the revolution, in our songs.
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In our songs!
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Sing, loud!... Dance, hard!
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Soar, high! And without restraint.
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Think deep! And question all,
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And question all!
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And behold the revolution,
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Here in the hearts of you and I.
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Yeah we hold the revolution!
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And the hope for a brighter today,
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A hope we cultivate out of the decay.
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We are the future, come today!
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With Love, The Underground
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| Thought Riot |
