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*che turns in his grave and lumumba sheds a tear to think of the things they're doing these absurd modern types rebels without a cause freedom fighters with no clue what it's all about or the reason to forego all luxury till your colours flutter in the wind meanwhile all you can do is dream about pizza on a neon-lit evening a girl sitting on your lap a nonchalant scowl on your face and the inevitable fizzy a-bubbling this man who has never been oppressed spots a mane of hair done like samson's seeing my interest he puts a business card on the table: freedom fighter, the card says how different today's struggles are!*
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Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 4:13 PM UTC
freedom fighter with a calling card
*che turns in his grave and lumumba sheds a tear to think of the things they're doing these absurd modern types rebels without a cause freedom fighters with no clue what it's all about or the reason to forego all luxury till your colours flutter in the wind meanwhile all you can do is dream about pizza on a neon-lit evening a girl sitting on your lap a nonchalant scowl on your face and the inevitable fizzy a-bubbling this man who has never been oppressed spots a mane of hair done like samson's seeing my interest he puts a business card on the table: freedom fighter, the card says how different today's struggles are!*
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david-mungoshi
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Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 4:13 PM UTC
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