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They were born without a namewinning every crooked gamea different facea different smilein single order, single file
I sit here and watch the hands of theclockand wonder where is time going.
Pulling the strings of Godanswering yes to a nodthe madmen have all gone insanepushing the buttons of nerveless pain.
They used to gas people in a poisonouswayon the trains to nowhere.
The president's men are on TVI love how they wave to you and me.
If Jesus could tell the men from thesnakesthey would all be serpents.
They sit here and watch the hands of theclockand wonder where is time going
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