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| 1. |
| 4:00 | 
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As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be They hurt you at home and they hit you at school They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years Then they expect you to pick a career When you can't really function you're so full of fear A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV And you think you're so clever and classless and free But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be There's room at the top they are telling you still But first you must learn how to smile as you kill If you want to be like the folks on the hill A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be If you want to be a hero well just follow me If you want to be a hero well just follow me |
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| 2. |
| 2:32 |
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Love is real, real is love
Love is feeling, feeling love Love is wanting to be loved Love is touch, touch is love Love is reaching, reaching love Love is asking to be loved Love is you You and me Love is knowing We can be Love is free, free is love Love is living, living love Love is needing to be loved |
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| 3. |
| 2:51 |
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Look at me
Who am I supposed to be? Who am I supposed to be? Look at me What am I supposed to be? What am I supposed to be? Look at me Oh my love, oh my love Here I am What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do? Here I am What can I do for you? What can I do for you? Here I am Oh my love, oh my love Please look at me, oh please look at me, my love Here I am Oh my love Who am I? Nobody knows but me Nobody knows but me Who am I? Nobody else can see Just you and me Who are we? Oh my love, oh my love, oh my love |
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| 4. |
| 2:41 |
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God is a concept
By which we measure our pain I'll say it again God is a concept By which we measure our pain Yeah Pain Yeah I don't believe in magic I don't believe in I-Ching I don't believe in Bible I don't believe in Tarot I don't believe in Hitler I don't believe in Jesus I don't believe in Kennedy I don't believe in Buddha I don't believe in Mantra I don't believe in Gita I don't believe in Yoga I don't believe in Kings I don't believe in Elvis I don't believe in Zimmerman I don't believe in Beatles I just believe in me Yoko and me And that's reality The dream is over What can I say? The dream is over Yesterday I was the dreamweaver But now I'm reborn I was the walrus But now I'm John And so dear friends You'll just have to carry on The dream is over |
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| 5. |
| 1:16 |
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My mummy's dead
I can't get it through my head Though it's been so many years My mummy's dead I can't explain So much pain I could never show it My mummy's dead |
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| 6. |
| 3:29 |
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Temperature's rising
Fever is high Can't see no future Can't see no sky My feet are so heavy So is my head I wish I was a baby I wish I was dead Cold turkey has got me on the run My body is aching Goose-pimple bone Can't see no body Leave me alone My eyes are wide open Can't get to sleep One thing I'm sure of I'm in at the deep freeze Cold turkey has got me on the run Cold turkey has got me on the run Thirty-six hours Rolling in pain Praying to someone Free me again Oh I'll be a good boy Please make me well I promise you anything Get me out of this hell Cold turkey has got me on the run Oh, oh, oh, oh |
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| 7. |
| 3:42 |
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If you had the luck of the Irish
You'd be sorry and wish you were dead You should have the luck of the Irish And you'd wish you was English instead! A thousand years of torture and hunger Drove the people away from their land A land full of beauty and wonder Was raped by the British brigands God damn! God damn! If you could keep voices like flowers There'd be shamrock all over the world If you could drink dreams like Irish streams Then the world would be high as the mountain of mourne In the 'Pool they told us the story How the English divided the land Of the pain, the death and the glory And the poets of auld Eireland If we could make chains with the morning dew The world would be like Galway Bay Let's walk over rainbows like leprechauns The world would be one big Blarney stone Why the hell are the English there anyway? As they kill with God on their side Blame it all on the kids the IRA As the bastards commit genocide Aye, aye.. genocide If you had the luck of the Irish You'd be sorry and wish you was dead You should have the luck of the Irish And you'd wish you was English instead Yes you'd wish you was English instead |
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| 8. |
| 3:23 |
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It ain't fair, John Sinclair
In the stir for breathing air Won't you care for John Sinclair? In the stir for breathing air Let him be, set him free Let him be like you and me They gave him ten for two What else can the judges do? Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta set him free If he'd been a soldier man Shooting gooks in Vietnam If he was the CIA Selling dope and making hay He'd be free, they'd let him be Breathing air, like you and me They gave him ten for two What else can the judges do? Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta set him free They gave him ten for two They got Ali Otis too. Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta set him free Was he jailed for what he done? Or representing everyone Free John now, if we can From the clutches of the man Let him be, lift the lid Bring him to his wife and kids They gave him ten for two What else can the bastards do? Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta set him free |
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| 9. |
| 0:42 |
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Woman is the nigger of the world
Yes, she is, think about it Woman is the nigger of the world Think about it, do something about it We make her paint her face and dance If she won't be a slave, we say that she don't love us If she's real, we say she's trying to be a man While putting her down we pretend that she's above us Woman is the nigger of the world Yes, she is If you don't believe me Take a look at the one you're with Woman is the slave of the slaves Ah yeah, better scream about it We make her bear and raise our children And then we leave her flat for being a fat old mother hen We tell her home is the only place she should be Then we complain that she's too unworldly to be our friend Woman is the nigger of the world Yes, she is If you don't believe me Take a look at the one you're with Woman is the slave to the slaves Yeah, alright We insult her every day on TV And wonder why she has no guts or confidence When she's young we kill her will to be free While telling her not to be so smart we put her down for being so dumb Woman is the nigger of the world Yes, she is If you don't believe me, take a look at the one you're with Woman is the slave to the slaves Yes, she is If you believe me, you better scream about it REPEAT: We make her paint her face and dance... |
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| 10. |
| 2:26 |
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Don't wanna be a drag, everybody gotta bag
I know you know, 'bout the emperor's clothes You don't know what you got, until you lose it You don't know what you got, until you lose it You don't know what you got, until you lose it Oh baby, baby, baby gimme one more chance Well it's Saturday night and I just gotta rip it up Sunday morning I just gotta give it up Come Monday momma and I just gotta run away You know it's such a drag to face another day You don't know what you got, until you lose it You don't know what you got, until you lose it You don't know what you got, until you lose it Oh baby, baby, baby gimme one more chance You know the more it change, the more it stays the same You gotta hang on in, you gotta cut the string You don't know what you got, until you lose it You don't know what you got, until you lose it You don't know, you don't know what you got, until you lose it Oh baby, baby, baby gimme one more chance |
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| 11. |
| 3:07 |
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People say I'm crazy doing what I'm doing
Well they give me all kinds of warnings to save me from ruin When I say that I'm o.k. well they look at me kind of strange Surely you're not happy now you no longer play the game People say I'm lazy dreaming my life away Well they give me all kinds of advice designed to enlighten me When I tell them that I'm doing fine watching shadows on the wall Don't you miss the big time boy you're no longer on the ball I'm just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round I really love to watch them roll No longer riding on the merry-go-round I just had to let it go Ah, people asking questions lost in confusion Well I tell them there's no problem, only solutions Well they shake their heads and they look at me as if I've lost my mind I tell them there's no hurry I'm just sitting here doing time I'm just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round I really love to watch them roll No longer riding on the merry-go-round I just had to let it go I just had to let it go I just had to let it go |
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| 12. |
| 4:08 |
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Even after all these years
I miss you when you're not here I wish you were here my dear Yoko Even if it's just a day I miss you when you're away I wish you were here today dear Yoko Even if it's just one night I miss you and it don't feel right I wish you were here tonight dear Yoko Even if it's just one hour I wilt just like a fading flower Ain't nothing in the world like our love dear Yoko Oh Yoko I'll never, ever, ever, ever, ever gonna let you go Oh Yoko I'll never, ever, ever, ever, ever gonna let you go Even when I'm miles at sea And nowhere is the place to be Your spirit's watching over me dear Yoko Even when I watch T.V. There's a hole where you're supposed to be There's nobody lying next to me dear Yoko Oh Yoko I'll never, ever, ever, ever, ever gonna let you go Oh Yoko I'll never, ever, ever, ever, ever gonna let you go Even after all this time I miss you like the sun don't shine Without I'm a one track mind dear Yoko After all is really said and done The two of us are really one The goddess really smiled upon our love dear Yoko |
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| 13. |
| 4:04 |
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Real Love
by John Lennon All my little plans and schemes Lost like some forgotten dream Seems like all I really was doing Was waiting for you Just like little girls and boys Playing with their little toys Seems like all they really were doing Was waiting for you Don't need to be alone No need to be alone It's real love It's real, yes it's real love It's real From this moment on I know Exactly where my life will go Seems that all I really was doing Was waiting for love Don't need to be afraid No need to be afraid It's real love It's real, yes it's real love It's real Thought I'd been in love before, But in my heart I wanted more Seems like all I really was doing Was waiting for you Don't need to be alone No need to be alone It's real love Yes it's real, yes it's real love It's real, yes it's real love... |
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| 14. |
| 3:11 |
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Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people Living for today Aha-ahh Imagine there's no countries It isn't hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion too Imagine all the people Living life in peace Yoo-hoo-ooh You may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will be as one Imagine no possessions I wonder if you can No need for greed or hunger A brotherhood of man Imagine all the people Sharing all the world Yoohoo-Ooh You may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will live as one |
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| 1:08 | 
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