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Nadai  Aug 1
Hyprocisy
Nadai Aug 1
Everyone has on their best dress,
Sunday afternoon,
Sitting in the pew.
I went rolling in the mud,
And soiled my sleek black shoes.

They all sing along to the same tune
Stand and sit down; Unity.
My voice is out of tune,

Give me a minute.

— The End —