| Jules, Jules, Super Jules, and boy in the back
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| going into hell to get some people out, Ananda
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| it will be power packed with force
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| staging the plaguing of the raised platform
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| against the seventeen winds and the two twin twelves,
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| all the goodness that the westen world held.
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| Counteraction, like a pip for the core,
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| and to the mopped floor it is a heavy metal war.
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| And then the
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| staging the plaguing of the raised platform.
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| There’ll be no light until the morning comes.
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| And the, the presidents that you are against
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| and consequence that it may all go wrong.
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| And then the hour we bricked walls
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| that will leave us for done for,
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| the dope dope and the collar you work for;
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| there’ll be no stopping, there’ll be a new war.
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| Staging the plaguing of the raised platform.
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| And then the…
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| Late penalty and then that wins the '74 cup…
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| Well, hit them lord with the Baltic Force,
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| whack them lord, bones point, fully borne.
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| Stick 'em lord, let them roam and curse.
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| Every day a new star born.
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| Staging the plaguing of the raised platform.
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| Making the dope dope and the dope dope,
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| and then they’re…
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| Many a damned soul 'a jaanaas' a new level,
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| and then the helping hand can only be yours.
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| Rock on and then the,
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| raise the millions.
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| Staging the plaguing of the raised platform.
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| No light until the morning comes.
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| And then the… |