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My hands are cold, They're shaking, so violently, This land is old, We're breaking it real quietly, So I asked, "what is the reason?", Ah, **** they're calling this treason.
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Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 11:04 PM UTC
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My hands are cold, They're shaking, so violently, This land is old, We're breaking it real quietly, So I asked, "what is the reason?", Ah, **** they're calling this treason.
#disobey#treason#protest#pollute#destroy#corrupt#exploit#lie#dishonest
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IsaacSpencer
25/M/DuBois, Pennsylvania
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 11:04 PM UTC
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