| (The things they never told me
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| Yeah the things I never knew
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| The things I always thought
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| But never had the nerve to do
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| The things they didn’t tell me
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| Like how good it feels
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| They didn’t have to sell me
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| I salute and click my heels)
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| Well there’s something going on here
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| Yeah there’s something in the air
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| And all of us belong here we’ve got uniforms to wear
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| They call it revolution, but I call it good clean fun
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| And I make my contribution and they let me wear a gun
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| It don’t get no better than this
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| Where have they been all my life
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| I’ve got my jack boots and my fist
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| I’ve got my matches and my knife
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| I do the things they never told me
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| Yeah the things I never knew
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| The things I always thought
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| But never had the nerve to do
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| I do the things they didn’t tell me
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| Like how good it feels
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| They didn’t have to sell me
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| I salute and click my heels
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| And times were really hard and there was nothing left to eat
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| I went looking for a job, I walked the soles right off my feet
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| I did not see the lies, you know I didn’t know who to blame
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| Till he opened up my eyes, you know he called them out by name
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| Don’t get no better than this
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| Where have they been all my life
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| I’ve got my jack boots and my fist
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| I’ve got my matches and my knife
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| I do the thing they never told me
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| I like the things they never told me
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| The things they never told me
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| I do the things they never told me
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| The things they never told me
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| The things they never taught me
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| Yeah the things I never knew
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| The things I always thought
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| But never had the nerve to do
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| Things they didn’t tell me
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| Like how good it feels
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| To feel an old man’s glasses
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| Shatter underneath your heels |