(Sting/Stewart Copeland)
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He goes out at night with his big boots on
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None of his friends know right from wrong
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The kick a boy to death 'cause he don't belong
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You've got to humanise yourself
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A policeman put on his uniform
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He'd like to have a gun just to keep him warm
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Because violence here is a social norm
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You've got to humanise yourself
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Rehumanise yourself
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Rehumanise yourself
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Rehumanise yourself
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Rehumanise yourself
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I work all day at the factory
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I'm building a machine that's not for me
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There must be a reason that I can't see
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You've got to humanise yourself
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Billy's joined the National Front
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He always was (just) a little runt
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He's got his hand in the air with the other cunts
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You've got to humanise yourself
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Rehumanise yourself
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Rehumanise yourself
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Rehumanise yourself
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Rehumanise yourself
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I work all day at the factory
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I'm building a machine that's not for me
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There must be a reason that I can't see
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You've got to humanise yourself
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A policeman put on his uniform
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He'd like to have a gun just to keep him warm
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Because violence here is a social norm
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You've got to humanise yourself
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Rehumanise yourself...
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(to fade)
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Rehumanize Yourself
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| The Police |
