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We all dance on the end of long strings and pretend that we're free, if it's freedom or not we are still tied and we've got pins in our shoulders,our hands and our knees and we do as they please. Knots do not always mean speed, knots need spots to be tied onto and we'd better get with the programme get programmed by the dance man learn to jiggle and jive and move,stay alive or fall in a heap on the floor.
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Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 1:47 AM UTC
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We all dance on the end of long strings and pretend that we're free, if it's freedom or not we are still tied and we've got pins in our shoulders,our hands and our knees and we do as they please. Knots do not always mean speed, knots need spots to be tied onto and we'd better get with the programme get programmed by the dance man learn to jiggle and jive and move,stay alive or fall in a heap on the floor.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 1:47 AM UTC
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