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Someone told us we¡¯re happy there¡¯s no fear
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Freedom disappeared long ago.
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I don¡¯t have fun to breathe, my family wants to leave,
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But there¡¯s no place to go, I suppose.
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I know the men in robes don¡¯t like to get too close,
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It¡¯s the symptom of their wild insanity.
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If you multiply desire, keep the figures climbing higher
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You¡¯ll need to twist the truth, eventually.
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And facing itself out of pay has a logic
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It brains to the streets, formally, loyal subjects torching high.
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We live under a cloak of secrets, stay devoked,
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To tell or ask me, you disappear.
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At school I learn by roped how the asterite devoked
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They said no one used it, anyway.
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Oh, I never need to tell
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Fools men in robes just have themselves
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They just have themselves.
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My civil service friends,
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Say the government just passed,
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Whoever served a man through decreet.
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In the corridors of power we¡¯re all judged by the hour
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It¡¯s business, no hard feelings, you¡¯re to get it.
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And form of commend takes a question of policy
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Wheels turn around in the head, no philosophy at all.
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If you were them, would you land near some sympathy,
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Turn into shrug, decide into harmony in sense.
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Men In Robes
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Southern Tenant Folk Union |