You said "They hate us for our freedoms"
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You said "There'll soon be less to hate"
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You said "Keep your voices low" and
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You said "Always trust the state"
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"Keep your money in the markets, re-educate the nations youth"
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"The papers wouldn't print what isn't true"
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And so filters become layered
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And so nothing can get through
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And so all you hear are whispers
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About the bullshit that we pull
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No-one will name those to blame
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For one hundred red hot years
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And since no-one can listen
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No-one hears
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Guess that's why the college kids would rather tune out than tune in
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Guess so, whatever, I don't know-its easier to join than win
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How can it fucking matter when no-one knows whats true?
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No-one can be blamed for what no-one ever knew
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So cover up your tracks
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Wash your hands free from their blood
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No-one knows they hate us for what we've done
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There's A Banana In My Ear
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The Soviettes |