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Sing it out,
Boy, you've got to see what tomorrow brings.
Sing it out,
Girl, you've got to be what tomorrow needs.
For every time
That they want to count you out,
And use your voice
Every single time you open up your mouth
Sing it for the boys,
Sing it for the girls,
Every time you that you lose it sing it for the world
Sing it from the heart
Sing it till you're nuts
Sing it out for the words that'll hate your guts
Sing it for the death
Sing it for the blood
Sing about everyone that you left behind
Sing it for the world
Sing it for the world
Sing it out,
Boy they're gonna sell what tomorrow means
Sing it out
Girl, with all the kill what tomorrow brings
You've got to
Make a choice,
If the music drowns you out.
And raise your voice,
Every single time they try and shut your mouth.
Cleaned up corporation,
Park rats dying in the process
Children that can talk about it
Living on the railways
Creeping, moving sideways
Sell it till your last days
Buy yourself the motivation!
Should've reckoned nothing
Nothing 'bout a dancee
Burning down the white tree
I am not the singer that you wanted,
But a dancer,
I refuse to answer
Talk about the past, son,
Rolling for the ones who want to get away
Keep running!
Sing it out,
Boy, you've got to see what tomorrow brings.
Sing it out,
Girl, you've got to be what tomorrow needs.
For every time
That they want to count you out,
And use your voice
Every single time you open up your mouth
Sing it for the boys,
Sing it for the girls,
Every time you that you lose it sing it for the world
Sing it from the heart
Sing it till you're nuts
Sing it out for the words that'll hate your guts
Sing it for the death
Sing it for the blood
Sing about everyone that you left behind
Sing it for the world
Sing it for the world
Sing it out,
Boy they're gonna sell what tomorrow means
Sing it out
Girl, with all the kill what tomorrow brings
You've got to
Make a choice,
If the music drowns you out.
And raise your voice,
Every single time they try and shut your mouth.
Cleaned up corporation,
Park rats dying in the process
Children that can talk about it
Living on the railways
Creeping, moving sideways
Sell it till your last days
Buy yourself the motivation!
Should've reckoned nothing
Nothing 'bout a dancee
Burning down the white tree
I am not the singer that you wanted,
But a dancer,
I refuse to answer
Talk about the past, son,
Rolling for the ones who want to get away
Keep running!
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