| I hope you’re only joking
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| I can’t believe it’s true
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| To take away my freedom
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| I know it’s nothing new
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| It doesn’t touch your conscience
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| To jumble up my mind
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| A two-way stretch, it’s not perfect
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| No matter what you find
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| The feeling is relentless
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| There’s nothing you can prove
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| I’m meeting with the roughnecks
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| Forget about the smooth
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| When everything’s permitted
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| Authority to kill
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| A sudden way to cultivate
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| Destruction over will
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| Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor
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| Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief
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| Could’ve been a contender
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| Though the chances were slender
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| You gave me the gun
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| But my hands were tied
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| When sweet things turn sour
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| Keep the colonels in power
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| Now that’s what I call the great divide (Great divide)
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| I’m looking for a reason
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| I’ll help you let me go
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| Don’t bite the hand that feeds them
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| If you’ve nothing more to show
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| With every step that’s taken
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| You’re nearer to the end
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| A void that’s smart and full of heart
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| A nation to defend
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| It seems to get me going
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| But maybe I’m a fool
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| I’ve hurt you without knowing
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| Stop it showing as a rule
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| Accept your points are valid
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| Right away from one to ten
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| Ignore it or try not to force
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| Step forward once again
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| Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor
|
| Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief
|
| Could’ve been a contender
|
| Though the chances were slender
|
| You gave me the gun
|
| But my hands were tied
|
| When sweet things turn sour
|
| Keep your colonels in power
|
| Now that’s what I call the great divide (Great divide)
|
| I hope you’re only joking
|
| I can’t believe it’s true
|
| To take away my freedom
|
| I know it’s nothing new
|
| It doesn’t touch your conscience
|
| To jumble up my mind
|
| A two-way stretch, it’s not perfect
|
| No matter what you find
|
| The feeling is relentless
|
| There’s nothing you can prove
|
| I’m meeting with the roughnecks
|
| Forget about the smooth
|
| When everything’s permitted
|
| Authority to kill
|
| A sudden way to cultivate
|
| Destruction over will
|
| Could’ve been a contender
|
| Though the chances were slender
|
| You gave me the gun
|
| But my hands were tied
|
| When sweet things turn sour
|
| Keep the colonels in power
|
| Now that’s what I call the great divide (Great divide)
|
| Could’ve been a contender
|
| Though the chances were slender
|
| You gave me the gun
|
| But my hands were tied
|
| When sweet things turn sour
|
| Keep the colonels in power
|
| Now that’s what I call the great divide (Great divide)
|
| Could’ve been a contender
|
| Though the chances were slender
|
| You gave me the gun
|
| But my hands were tied
|
| When sweet things turn sour
|
| Keep the colonels in power
|
| Now that’s what I call the great divide (Great divide) |