obey
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look my way
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the spastic freedom
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that we all crave
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a voice speaks
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of blind date
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with another state
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of mind and the world
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now he looks my way
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the shares we hold look like gold
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the ticket sold are valid now - and below
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and the world outside
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must obey
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the laws of freedom
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left unmade
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a voice speaks
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the new master by will divine
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by laws of freedom, trade and lies
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a voice speak - the mule
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but the judgement pronounced
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by the petulant satam above
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can never reverse
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the sentence passed from the heaven ahead
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sudden future manifestation
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IV empire brutal invitation
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they look just like his flock of lambs
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but look closer - goats
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The Mule
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Comecon |