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Tell me what you're trying to say |
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I ask you man to man |
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Troubled visions, fucked up thoughts |
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Which I can't understand |
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So, you're a part of the masterrace |
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And plant the seeds of hate |
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You talk, the bullshit flies |
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It makes me nauseous |
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Be colour blind - |
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And see the truth |
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Free your mind - |
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The problem is you |
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Problems that occur to yourself |
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Beyond your control |
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Fault of those who come to our land |
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To live on our expense |
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Your mind is sick, pathetic you, |
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Who plants the seeds of hate |
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You talk, the bullshit flies |
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It makes me nauseous |
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Be colour blind - |
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And see the truth |
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Free your mind - |
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The problem is you |
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You're too deaf to hear |
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You're too blind to see |
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Too numb to feel |
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Calling yourself human? |
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You think that the world |
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Is turning for you |
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And that you can judge |
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Whether one can use it |
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No! |