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Can't you feel it, can't you see it? |
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The promise of prosperity |
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It's overwhelming you and me |
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It afflicts us like a disease |
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Ubiquitous compelling too |
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We cling to you like crazy glue |
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And inject such a potent seed |
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It's best for all humanity |
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The spread of culture |
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The sword of progress |
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The vector of suffrage a warm and |
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Septic breeze |
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The pomp and elation |
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The duty and vocation |
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The blood of the hybrid |
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It's just a recipe |
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Re-living our ancestry |
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The frightful lack of harmony |
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Our fore-fathers who led the way |
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Their victims are still here today |
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Now it's time to erase the story |
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Of our bogus fate |
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Our history as it's portrayed |
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It's just a recipe for hate, a recipe for hate |
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The spread of culture |
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The sword of progress |
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The vector of suffrage a warm and |
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Septic breeze |
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The pomp and elation |
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The duty and vocation |
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The blood of the hybrid |
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It's just a recipe |
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Hate |
