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The partisans not the artisans |
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Are doing their dirty show |
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But i ripped my pants |
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Doing some dance |
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That i learned in France |
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And they think there ain't |
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nothin' to know |
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Used, abused |
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Locked up, beaten and fined |
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But i got free |
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Copped a plea |
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And i can see |
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That there ain't no freedom |
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bell gonna chime |
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This time |
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Truth and love |
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are my law and worship |
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Form and conscience |
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my manifestation and guide |
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Nature and peace are |
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my shelter and companion |
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Order is my attitude |
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Beauty and perfection |
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Are my attack |
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False faces |
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Fast company |
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A night of thrills |
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With no jealousy, no poison |
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Nobody's tool |
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Will be a public fool |
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To manipulate the masses |
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Who lie and cheat |
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And eat their meat |
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And think it's sweet |
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While the rest all clean their glasses |
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In status classes |
