Songtexte Rendition - Manic Street Preachers
                                                Rendition, 
                                                rendition, 
                                                blame 
                                                it 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                coalition
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                the 
                                                emeralds 
                                                that 
                                                are 
                                                missing
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                    I 
                                                wish 
                                                we 
                                                still 
                                                had 
                                                Jack 
                                                Lemmon
 
                                    
                                
                                                Rendition, 
                                                rendition 
                                                    I 
                                                never 
                                                knew 
                                                the 
                                                sky 
                                                was 
                                                    a 
                                                prison
 
                                    
                                
                                                It′s 
                                                    a 
                                                long 
                                                hard 
                                                revolution
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                good 
                                                god 
                                                    I 
                                                feel 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                liberal
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                tomorrow 
                                                    I 
                                                will 
                                                beg, 
                                                steal 
                                                and 
                                                borrow
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                moment 
                                                I'm 
                                                jumping 
                                                at 
                                                sorrow
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                wish 
                                                    I 
                                                knew 
                                                what 
                                                    I 
                                                did 
                                                wrong
 
                                    
                                
                                                Can 
                                                anybody 
                                                hear 
                                                the 
                                                screaming 
                                                of 
                                                us?
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                screaming 
                                                of 
                                                us
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                long 
                                                hard 
                                                revolution
 
                                    
                                
                                                Rendition, 
                                                rendition, 
                                                blame 
                                                it 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                coalition
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                CIA 
                                                will 
                                                stay 
                                                invisible
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                good 
                                                God 
                                                    I 
                                                sound 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                liberal
 
                                    
                                
                                                Rendition, 
                                                rendition, 
                                                    I 
                                                never 
                                                knew 
                                                the 
                                                sky 
                                                was 
                                                    a 
                                                prison
 
                                    
                                
                                                It′s 
                                                    a 
                                                long 
                                                hard 
                                                revolution
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                good 
                                                God 
                                                    I 
                                                feel 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                liberal
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                tomorrow 
                                                    I 
                                                will 
                                                beg, 
                                                steal 
                                                and 
                                                borrow
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                moment 
                                                I'm 
                                                jumping 
                                                at 
                                                sorrow
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                wish 
                                                    I 
                                                knew 
                                                what 
                                                    I 
                                                did 
                                                wrong
 
                                    
                                
                                                Can 
                                                anybody 
                                                hear 
                                                the 
                                                screaming 
                                                of 
                                                us?
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                screaming 
                                                of 
                                                us
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                long 
                                                revolution
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                tomorrow 
                                                    I 
                                                will 
                                                beg, 
                                                steal 
                                                and 
                                                borrow
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                moment 
                                                I'm 
                                                jumping 
                                                at 
                                                sorrow
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                wish 
                                                    I 
                                                knew 
                                                what 
                                                    I 
                                                did 
                                                wrong
 
                                    
                                
                                                Can 
                                                anybody 
                                                hear 
                                                the 
                                                screaming 
                                                of 
                                                us?
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                screaming 
                                                of 
                                                us
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                long 
                                                revolution
 
                                    
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