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Jun 2014
Don’t say I’m too sweet baby
I’m only being kind
Don’t wear headphones baby
I’m standing right behind
You at the bus stop
Don’t catch me staring baby
at your
Behind

Behind you
At the bus stop
Sweet baby.

What a beautiful place to
Meet the love of my life
I really can’t believe it
Never-ever been this surprised
But with gentle little eyes
You might
Just see
Lies.

And I never want to be the one that lies to you.

Who is the military?
What is government?
Who bought what country?
Who are his other clients?
North America in chains
Slaves being silent


I hope I don’t worry I hope I don’t stir
I hope these things for you all
In this giant blur
Spreading my message, sure
Never really has been clear
I don’t drink Budweiser
And have friends that are queer

For who can I stand for and believe in is not as human or alive as me?

Elect me for president and lets take a chance
When was your last destiny moonlit dance
I will remove all propaganda from being shoved down your throat
Solar paneled roads, a moneyless system, and an environment that gets to vote
I’ll be fair and honest and I’ll rhyme all my speeches
I Might even just leave you…

Speechless.
Sean Banks
Written by
Sean Banks  Vancouver Island
(Vancouver Island)   
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