Officer Officer Officer
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where you going with all that riot gear
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I see no broken windows
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do you have faith in those that sent you here
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In a full bloom afternoon commute
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the news crew beats you onto the scene
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where we lay down in Market Street
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violent voiced and bleeding from the knees
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They say we¡¯re wrong
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so leave the cameras on
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leave the cameras on
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and yeah we¡¯ll see whose wrong
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Officer Officer Officer
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did we get to close to Union Square
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is high class pride the tender line?
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cause in the Tenderloin you didn=t seem to care
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so its prison bus after prison bus to the warehouse docks to lock us all away
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while the white clout in the white house, whites out everything we have to say
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I thought I saw myself on the split screen
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broadcast against the presidents bombing
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I think he needs a tap on the shoulder
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I think we need to get a little bit bolder
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Leave The Cameras On
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