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Tax us to death Poison what's left Steal people's land In a massive uptaking, You thought you were Free, me to but I sneezed! Reality hit me What happens behind the Curtains, old loaded pockets Fill up with trillions, While me and you are Left with chump change. Who is to blame We are my man.
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Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 6:50 PM UTC
Were to blame
Tax us to death Poison what's left Steal people's land In a massive uptaking, You thought you were Free, me to but I sneezed! Reality hit me What happens behind the Curtains, old loaded pockets Fill up with trillions, While me and you are Left with chump change. Who is to blame We are my man.
jake-muler
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Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 6:50 PM UTC
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