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Everywhere I go, No matter the pull I tread low' Low beneath the underpass and gutter Filled with slime grime and clutter Of mind Of rats And delinquents not men Let loose in a remote controlled pen Freer are pigs and caged little hens We don't know we chase An unquenchable thirst And blindly can't see the fishing wire That it's dangled from in front of our faces.
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Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 7:33 PM UTC
Of mind, Of Rats.
Everywhere I go, No matter the pull I tread low' Low beneath the underpass and gutter Filled with slime grime and clutter Of mind Of rats And delinquents not men Let loose in a remote controlled pen Freer are pigs and caged little hens We don't know we chase An unquenchable thirst And blindly can't see the fishing wire That it's dangled from in front of our faces.
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Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 7:33 PM UTC
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