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Stips)
He's a man hating his hometown
Boys and girls back home gave him nothing but a natural turn-down
In a city full of strangers
Lived a disappointed dreamer, a possible danger
Use your head and try to think it over
I can tell behind the weak handshake
There's a well-educated mind of a poisoning fruitcake
Look in the eyes, hating and waiting for so long
It's amazing how someone with brains like his can be so wrong
Use your head and try to think it over
You - you must have fooled me then
You - never were a friend
You - never really listened to the things we said
You - became a politician
You - learned your dirty tricks
You - speak in words I don't wanna understand
You - you're waiting for the power
You're - waiting for the hour
You can spread the hate (that's) right inside your head
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