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Times up
You're outta luck and your back's up against the wall
From Tunisia to Washington the people are calling: No
Your gas n' guns, your clubs n' thugs, your lies on the TV
None of that can save you now as your reign is swept away
Get up! Get up! Your voices are needed
Become, become the pulse of the revolution
In the ranks of the masses risin'
Get up! Get up! Your voices are needed
Become, become the pulse of the revolution
In the ranks of the masses risin'
Another shakedown and a slap in the face
And he know he'd had enough
He doused himself in gasoline, took a breath, and lit a match
She said: I will go down to Tehrir Square and I will stand alone
And if you have any dignity, I won't be on my own
Get up! Get up! Your voices are needed
Become, become the pulse of the revolution
In the ranks of the masses risin'
Get up! Get up! Your voices are needed
Become, become the pulse of the revolution
In the ranks of the masses risin'
Woa-oh, hey
Woa-oh, hey
Woa-oh, hey
Woa-oh, hey, hey
Get up! Get up! Your voices are needed
Become, become the pulse of the revolution
In the ranks of the masses risin'
Get up! Get up! Your voices are needed
Become, become the pulse of the revolution
In the ranks of the masses risin'
Get up! Get up! Your voices are needed
Become, become the pulse of the revolution
In the ranks of the masses risin'
In the ranks of the masses risin'
Hey, hey, woah-oh, woah-oh
Hey, hey, woah-oh, woah-oh
Hey, hey, woah-oh, woah-oh
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