Pretenders - Revolution Lyrics
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Revolution
Revolution Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Revolution By Pretenders?
Cats like me and you
Have got laws That they adhere to Laws outside the laws As laid down By those we don't subscribe to The world is getting stranger But we'll never lose heart We can't just wait for the Old guard to die Before we can Make a new start Bring on the revolution (keep the pressure on) I want to die for something Bring on the revolution I want to die for something Bring on the revolution I want to die for something Bring on the revolution I don't want to die for nothing For every freedom fighter I want to hold on tighter To the hope and will you gave You were the brave You were the brave And one day When I hear your children sing Freedom will ring Freedom! When we watch the children play Remember How the privileged classes grew And from this day We set out To undo what won't undo Looking for the grand In the minute Every breath justifies Every step that we take To remove what the powers that be Can't prove And the children will Understand why Bring on the revolution (keep the pressure on) I want to die for something Bring on the revolution I want to die for something Bring on the revolution I don't want to die for nothing Bring on the revolution I want to die for something |
Who Wrote Revolution By Pretenders?
Christine Hynde
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What's The Duration Of The Revolution By Pretenders?The duration of Revolution is 4:32 minutes and seconds. |
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