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Some kind of order is what we`re after
The sound of truth doesn`t matter any more,
happy poor
There is a trick some kind of lure
No means of knowing sure anymore,
happy poor
There`s only me and some of you
Everyday we lose a few planned phrases
that keep us cool
A pair of friends we have to eat
You and I will always be chasing
a carrot with bloody feet
I`m sick and tired of all the people
Don`t you know there are no equals anywhere,
never were
Stop think for a second
Don`t ask dumb questions anymore,
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