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Once upon a time |
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In a faraway land |
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Lived a villain called flash |
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He was such a wicked man |
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He terrorized the people |
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He broke arms and crushed hands |
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He ruled with a fist and he purchased all the land |
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Then he plowed up the fields and cut down the trees |
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For property speculation |
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And he did it all for a pot of gold |
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And for his own preservation |
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The people were scared |
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They didn't know where to turn |
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They couldn't see any salvation |
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From the hoods and the spivs |
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And the crooked politicians |
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Who were cheating and lying to the nation |
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Save the fields and the trees |
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And give them back to the nation |
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Bring the government down |
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A new leader must be found |
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For the sake of preservation |
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He said he did it to help us all |
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And did it for the good of the nation |
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But he did it for a pot of gold |
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And for his own preservation |
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When money is evil |
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And power is corrupt |
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The devil moves in and takes over |
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Mr. flash broke his word |
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And now he's got to pay |
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For his crimes and his lies and his evil ways |
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And it's gonna get rough |
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And it's gonna get rough |
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It's a crime and a sin that no one can win |
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In a story of self preservation |
