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Practice-practice-practice, be good at what you know;
Patient-patient-patient, it takes some time to grow.
forgive-forgive-forgive, you could make the same mistakes;
Kindness-kindness-kindness, be good for goodness sake.

He practiced and he practiced, but nothing ever changed;
It's  been some time so patients shown, yet he has no open range.
He did forgive the pet, for messing on the rug;
Now isn't that a kindness, he asks with shoulders shrugged.

He wonders what he's seeing, it looks like purple haze;
And what are all those walls about, is life some kind of maze.
By the law he's been mistreated and his car is out of gas;
And his lenders look for money, from some where in his ass.

It's said that money isn't everything, it's the root of all our evils;
Yet he has no way to pay his bills and his life is in upheaval.
Smoking is no good for you and drinking's probably worse;
And sex if you're not married, some call the devils curse.

Cities changed the boulevard to Martin Luther King;
Why not name the city after him, for he too had his dreams.
Jesus loved the little children; the British love their queen;
He's been told to be a patriot, but he's not sure what that means.

Take a look around, tell me what you see;
Do you see a lot of people, just like you and me?
Are we searching for acceptance, but we're not sure what is true;
Are we hoping for some better times, but the money man intrudes.

Have a shot of blended courage folks, the first ones on the house;
And the girls have imitation sweetener, up inside their blouse.
Welcome to the new millennium and welcome to the show;
Of course there is a service charge, its peace of mind you know.

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