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Mar 2015
This messed up world
full of cheats and liars
say they're truthful
well their pants are on fire.

This messed up world
everythings out of whack
They say just to sprint
they just ran off the track.

This messed up world
some go, some stay
all thinking its for the best
each going their own wrong way.

This messed up world
war is threatened and stabbed
while walls go down, more walls go up
each having their own shade of bad.

This messed up world
it spins round and round, tick tock
we try to try, we hope it’s fine
oops, we just smashed the clock.
Porter Olsson
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Porter Olsson  U.S.A.
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