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Hungry and homeless oh what a mess, but don't believe everything that you would read, to be fed or to feed to be led or to lead to sit and beg with a dog on a lead is it greed? do we need explanation is the state of the nation so sad did we ever have what we thought that we had or is it really that bad that we just cannot look? Close the book don't read any more stay behind your locked front door. What do you care whether or not people share you're an autocrat a fattened cat a rat and something else that rhymes with that. Homeless and hungry and your tongues hanging out, Food? You've forgotten what the taste of food's all about Home? Is a place by the river,on a bench where your fingers are clenched against the cold and the night it'll be alright the Government say so, so you know that's the truth.
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Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 4:28 PM UTC
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Hungry and homeless oh what a mess, but don't believe everything that you would read, to be fed or to feed to be led or to lead to sit and beg with a dog on a lead is it greed? do we need explanation is the state of the nation so sad did we ever have what we thought that we had or is it really that bad that we just cannot look? Close the book don't read any more stay behind your locked front door. What do you care whether or not people share you're an autocrat a fattened cat a rat and something else that rhymes with that. Homeless and hungry and your tongues hanging out, Food? You've forgotten what the taste of food's all about Home? Is a place by the river,on a bench where your fingers are clenched against the cold and the night it'll be alright the Government say so, so you know that's the truth.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 4:28 PM UTC
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