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Words don't mean anything to me, when living a life of hypocrisy
and time isn't always on your side, eventually lies will colide
How can this be, that fruit of victory to me
and how can we stand together, I don't want to be me
Working class citizens my friend, a comprehensive, incoherent friend till the end
your staring but never listening, barren trees seize all opportunities
Show me what's going on inside your mind
cause I don't know what you've been thru