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I'm not satisfied
With my position and my place
If you can't decide
Don't waste that space
I'm going home
Just like a Rolling Stone
A pariah amongst my peers
Open your ears
It's only your fear
It keeps you down here
Open your ears
We're dissatisfied
With our position and our place
You keep beating us down
A red queen arms race
We'd all like a home
We'd all like a floor
But the rich will piss
Upon the corpse of the poor
They make us pariahs
Amongst our peers
Open your ears
Open your ears
Mobilise
Mobilise
Mobilise
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