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No division in the ranks
The lines are long and proud
No question on their lips
But there will always be doubt
Like a chinese painting
All red with its message
A flag high in the sky
Twists and turns its language
Underneath the colours red-blue-white
Cath a glimpse of others
From the corner of your eye
With the rise and fall of
The conductor's blind hand
I play Russian Roulette
I'm an angry young man