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Father looks down to his son says "I was like you when I was young" |
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Son looks up to father's plans |
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Works in the factory with his hands |
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Says "I wanna be just like you, organize the work for the collective few" |
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But as he grows up he sees no change |
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Systems won't let you rearrange! |
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Some day people will say "Do we have to live this way?" "Is this how we have to exist?" |
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And the people will rise up, and resist! |
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A majority class dominates |
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A world that the lower class creats media confusion hides the fact that we work with the rich man's knife in our back we're killing ourselves for a profit gain a profit off life what a ****ing shame we burn that flag for the values sworn some day we'll burn it to keep warm |
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What we have done will not be lost to all eternity everything ripens at its time and becomes fruit eventually! |
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