I only call long distance
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This town is bad for business
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Do anything in defense of
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This declaration of independance
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I want an army to kill for
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I want a leader to fight for
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Something to crystalize
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Instincts that i should die for
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Our tounges are cut from our mouths
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Just as we learn to speak
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Replaced with sacks of venom
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Just as we learn to think
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There are no rhymes anymore
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There are no voices to say them
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I want some satisfaction
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I need some satisfaction
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I can't no satisfaction
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Talking bout by demographic
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Bigger than my swollen heart
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Beyond my own front yard
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Empty museum world
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We only fill shopping carts
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Twenty thousand lonely leauges
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Through winding city streets
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The world is on it's feet
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Shining like mercury
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Out loud there is no sound
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We compose in our heads
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Try to listen and we
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Only stop making sense
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A foreign tounge that they can't participate in
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Talkin' Bout My Demographic
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The Gadjits |