This Is Our Song
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When I was a boy I never felt The weight I'm feeling
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I had a crowd around me And that was that
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I'd get on the bus and go to the Ata every weekend
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And feel the ultraviolet show the fluff up on my collar
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yeah (horns) (bass)
They'd play Otis Redding Sam and Dave and Wilson Pickett
Prince Buster The Skatelites and the Bees Would be buzzing their ho
Lotto karamba Stick It Out
Trust to your instincts
If it's safely restrained
Lightning reactions
Must be carefully trained
Heat of the moment
Curse of the young
Spit out your anger
Don't swallow your tongue
Stick it out!
Don't swallow the poison
Spit it out!
Don't swallow your pride
Stick it out!
Don't swallow your anger
Spit it out!
Don't swallow the lies
Natural reflex
Pendulum swing
You might be too dizzy
To do the right thing
Trial under fire
Ultimate proof
Moment of crisis
Don't swallow the truth
Stick it out!
Don't swallow the poison
Spit it out!
Don't swallow your pride
Stick it out!
Don't swallow your anger
Spit it out!
Don't swallow the lies
Each time we bathe our reactions
In artificial light
Each time we alter the focus
To make the wrong moves seem right
You get so used to deception
You make yourself a nervous wreck
You get so used to surrender
Running back to cover your neck
Heat of the moment
Curse of the young
Spit out your anger
Don't swallow your tongue
Stick it out!
Don't swallow the poison
Spit it out!
Don't swallow your pride
Stick it out!
Don't swallow your anger
Spit it out!
Don't swallow the lies
Stick it out
Spit it out
Stick it out
Spit it out...