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• Protest Song '68

To sing you must first open your mouth
You must have a pair of lungs
And a little knowledge of music
It is not necessary to have an accordion, or a guitar
The essential thing is that I want to sing
Then this is a song, I'm singing.

I breathe in and I create
Rewoke the spirit '68
Fresh meaning to torn ideas
Let's bring life to old clichés
Punch a hole in tradition
Yeah, let's listen
To the songs of discontent
The chords and the movement

It could all be so simple
We would all stand baffled by the precision and accuracy
Our jaws would hurt from dropping
So hard, fast and unexpected
It would be the perfect metaphor
It would be the perfect song we'd be singing

I breathe out and I scream
Rewoke Malatestas dream
Inspiration from the past
Focus to the future at last
Fixed dogmas can't substitute
Creative thought and action

We could be dangerous
Art as a real threat

And all it is is words
Words said a million times before
And all it is is a song
A song sung a million times before

I breathe in and I create
Rewoke the spirit '68
I breathe out and I scream
Rewoke Malatestas dream
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