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Would you exist all the fists the music clenched for you.
You're dressed up like a anarchist.
Right to your views. It's more than points that break.
There's no threat. Little to your life, so you take it out on music.
Your talk is cheap, I want to hear it.
Go preach to your fucking choir. You piss and moan for what's no longer own.
pissing on the motives of my friends.
I understand what you're saying, what you're going through, but your never ends.
The ticket price. The songs you write.
"We've got out eyes on you. The is just a minute away. I'm telling on you."