I never promised you nothing,
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never said I'd be your perfect shackled slave.
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If success to you is measured in dollars and cents then I decline.
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That's nothing. That's not my dream.
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It comes between everything.
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Someday we'll divide because for so much effort some people starve.
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They've got everybody working for something they could care less about.
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That's nothing. That's not my dream.
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It comes between everything.
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Someday we'll divide. Would somebody here fill my soul with purpose?
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There's something here, my friend.
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Don't step on me on your quest for millions.
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No Exchange
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| Propagandhi |
