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Gil Scott Heron The Revolution Will Not Be Televised

on my way home I left three days ago but no one seems to know I'm gone Home is where the hatred is, home is filled with pain And it might not be such

Here I am after so many years Hounded by hatred and trapped by fear I'm in a box, I've got no place to go If I follow my mind, I know I'll slaughter my

revolution WILL put you in the driver's seat. The revolution will not be televised, WILL not be televised,WILL NOT BE TELEVISED. The revolution will be no re-run brothers; The revolution

Пераклад: Таемныя саўндтрэк Брат. Рэвалюцыі не будзе транслявацца [Gil Scott-Heron].

revolution WILL put you in the driver's seat. The revolution will not be televised, WILL not be televised,WILL NOT BE TELEVISED. The revolution will be no re-run brothers; The revolution will

m on my way home I left three days ago, but noone seems to know i'm gone Home is where the hatred is Home is filled with pain and it, might not be such

children Soon it will be their test to try and save the world Right now they seem to play such a small part of The things that they soon be right at the

Girl, the things you wore ain't real You never tell me how you feel Cuz you could be so very beautiful When you are who you are People never seem to want to be

to Go away, I can't stand to see your face Cuz you seem the weakest link And now you know I'm only human Instead of all the things I'd like to be The