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I'm looking through |
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Communist eyes |
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I'm seeing planes in bloodshot skies |
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I see the flag of a working people |
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Who conceal the lies in the stars |
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and sickle |
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It's a double edge |
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Communist eyes-c'mon inside |
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I can't ever find the way out |
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Communist eyes-lost inside |
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I never get a day out |
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I'm looking through Communist eyes |
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All I see is an old man's alibi |
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There's a world outside |
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but I'm unaware |
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I open my books but the pages stare |
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It's a double edge |
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Communist eyes-all so blind |
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I can't even play the game now |
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I'm living through Communist times |
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I wave my flag and hold me head high |
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I can feel the glory of my |
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comrades in masses |
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But I'm waiting for the day |
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when this madness passes |
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It's a double edge... |
