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Voices from a |
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TV screen breathing down your neck a man without a face don't be surprised my friend he knows how to talk he knows how to collect the voices he needs so bad |
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Hear him praising the lord whom he's always renounced |
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Promise to walk along hand in hand with those who pay the price promise you'll fight with us last in line beyond the barricades |
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Fatherly he grins to grain the masses' good-will we have seen it all before hailed be his naive attempt many trust his lies but words are cold comfort when election day is past |
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See the glint in his eyes dreams of dollars and dimes |
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Promise to walk along hand in hand with those who pay the price promise you'll fight with us last in line beyond the barricades |
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I'm the kind who will pledge my words born to be honest and chaste |
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Promise to walk along hand in hand with those who pay the price promise you'll fight with us last in line beyond the barricades |
