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Protest Song '68
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I breathe in & I, I create Rewoke the spirit '68 Fresh meaning to torn ideas Let's bring life to old clichas Punch a hole in tradition, yeah! Let's listen to the songs of discontent To the chords & the movement To the chords & the movement It could all be so simple We would all stand baffled by the precision & accuracy Our jaws would hurt from dropping so hard, fast & unexpectedly It would be the perfect metaphor Be the perfect song we'd be singing I breathe out & I scream Rewoke Malatesta's dream Inspiration from the past Focus to the future at last Fixed dogmas can't substitute Creative thought & action It could be dangerous Art as a real threat All it is it words Words said a million time before All it is is a song A song sung a million times before I breathe in, I create Rewoke the spirit '68 I breathe out, I scream Rewoke Malatestas dream Return to Refused lyrics |
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