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9/4/2013 8:19:53 PM
Then there's room for a lie
What makes the news?
What makes the blues?
What makes people the authority over who and how others pay dues?
The endless struggle for world domination
Pink and the Brain
Their world is a piece of salt or grain
It's the dashed on the map that separate boundaries
Citizens who separate land, and carry mystical stories
Who creates these stories?
Those who want to conquer fear, worry
There's those who work to eat and pay bills and take care of family
At the end of the day they relax with their families happily
There are those who work to make money beyond pure necessity
Covering necessity, buy random stuff,
Then want,mud, houses, clothing, and air
Time to call a mans bluff, might end in dispear
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