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At a loss for words, when the thought stirs,
Just what this place it means to me.
Not just our soil, to the world we’re loyal, cos we’re thinking internationally.
Despite the forces pushing us under, if it’s not in your make up to surrender.
You have to stand to find your feet
And I drew up a list of all the things I’d wanted to see before the day gets old,
12 out of 10, out of town and back again, hate and love and need the smoke,
Every green and friend,
‘Cos that’s who we are,
The worlds not a lonely place, when a hundred faces make you smile,
Treat the situation with gravity laughing all the while.
When you see the crowding of events, and we're upon experiments,
Remember it's worth fighting for, for every street, against every war,
You have to stand to find your feet.
And I drew up a list of all the things I’d wanted to see before the day gets old,
12 out of 10, out of town and back again, hate and love and need the smoke,
every green and friend,
‘Cos that’s who we are.
All the possibilities, incompatible with, rampant inequality,
All the possibilities, inevitable through, the struggle for humanity.
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