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They force us now to smile! To stare through glassy eyes!
To be so humbled in this democratic style! To sing our songs without a soul, composed of lies!
And everyone approves, through painted lens they gaze and sigh!
Unanimously! And we march back in time
We push our hope, our faith, our love into the grime!
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