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We've been cautioned to surrender Before jack-boots hit our streets; It was an open warning With podium bleats like sheep. They side-stepped all discretion, They pivoted 'round masked stealth; They aired their anonymity On the media's lips of wealth. And there, behind the curtain skirts, Lurking in the wings, In shadows and back street doors, They listened, Pulling strings.
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Sep 17, 2022
Sep 17, 2022 at 10:44 AM UTC
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We've been cautioned to surrender Before jack-boots hit our streets; It was an open warning With podium bleats like sheep. They side-stepped all discretion, They pivoted 'round masked stealth; They aired their anonymity On the media's lips of wealth. And there, behind the curtain skirts, Lurking in the wings, In shadows and back street doors, They listened, Pulling strings.
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Sep 17, 2022
Sep 17, 2022 at 10:44 AM UTC
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