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Well I’m standing by the river |
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but the water doesn’t flow |
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it boils with every poison |
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And I’m underneath the streetlight |
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and the life and joy I know |
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And the perverted fear of violence |
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chokes a smile on every face |
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and common sense is ringing |
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This ain’t no technological breakdown |
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0h no this is the road to hell |
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And all the roads jam up with credit |
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and there’s nothing you can do |
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It’s all just bits of paper |
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Oh look out world take a good look |
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You must learn this lesson fast |
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This ain’t no awkwardly mobile freeway |
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