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it's like these when a neck looks for a knife,
a wrist for a razor, a is longing for bullets.
tension is high sea and over sky.
pressure drop, are acting foolish.
ooh - but it's to see!
ooh - we could and be free.
ooh - to that beat!
but it looks it's gone...
and clowns with a stereotyped sound
it's coming like a ghosst town - someone always it.
and shame, a racialist game
cycles of blame - someone me through it.
well it's easy to see.
ooh - we dance to be free.
ooh - to that beat!
but it looks like gone...
i jerry, he told terry, terry sang a song just for me,
lynvall gave a to me,
screamed and then she asked me,
"where have all the rude gone?"