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(
Parsons/
Bators)bite on the hands that feed youone day they'll turn on younever trust those with powerthey'll take you for a fooltake what you want and use itya gotta make it work for youthis time round i've had itya don't tell me what to dotake them and break themmake them feel it tooor soon you will face itwhen they all spit on youa flower one day withersthe end ain't never fartime will wait for no oneno matter who you arelook at the way they treat youa pawn in a powder gamepropaganda livingand you're the one to blame
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