| You walked in to the room like it was some kinda movie
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| These kind of matters aren’t worth disputing
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| And when the going gets rough, you get a bit sloppy
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| But it never really mattered, cause you’ll always land softly.
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| Call it what is it boy: systematic
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| Call it what it is boy: it’s man made
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| Call it what it is boy: it’s a racket
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| Call it what it is
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| You don’t have the right men beside you
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| No womanly voice heard for miles around you
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| You had these lessons passed down through generations
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| They’ve all gone bad now, they’re spoiled, they’re tainted
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| It’s tainted!
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| Call it what is it boy: systematic
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| Call it what it is boy: it’s man made
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| Call it what it is boy: it’s a racket
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| Call it what it is
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| You’ve got these peasants quivering at your feet
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| Whispers they wish they could scream
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| Lover, we’re surrounded, with nowhere to go
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| Call it what is it boy: systematic
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| Call it what it is boy: it’s man made
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| Call it what it is boy: it’s a racket
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| Call it what it is |