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. Pure the child Pure as the bright high moon in the sky And the eye of god which is also there • Gun fire night Police dogs unleashed The yuppies are here Little sons of the CEOs Of our hedge funds and corporations ( our true masters ) See them over there •• And the little girl is gone And a tired old maid Takes her place Doing the housework At the yuppie mansion • In the new fashion of yesterday's Slave //// /// Little girl on the fire escape Oh look ! She's here again .
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Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 4:36 AM UTC
little girl sittin on the fire escape
. Pure the child Pure as the bright high moon in the sky And the eye of god which is also there • Gun fire night Police dogs unleashed The yuppies are here Little sons of the CEOs Of our hedge funds and corporations ( our true masters ) See them over there •• And the little girl is gone And a tired old maid Takes her place Doing the housework At the yuppie mansion • In the new fashion of yesterday's Slave //// /// Little girl on the fire escape Oh look ! She's here again .
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Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 4:36 AM UTC
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