| I don’t like talkin' about old times
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| Whem all it does is make me sad
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| It would be different if they done wrong
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| Or if they treated people bad
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| But they just gave to those who needed
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| Some fantasy against the real
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| Now all my friends are getting locked up …
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| Hoooww doo!
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| How do you thing that makes me feel.
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| Why do they have to put my friends in jail
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| Why don’t they let us walk in peace
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| Why don’t they lock up allllll the phony laws instead
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| And sink it all into the sea.
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| I sea a change in order brother
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| I sea it changing all so fast
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| We have to keep ourselves together
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| Or ev’ry day could be your last.
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| The names of brothers gone and left me
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| As images form in my mind
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| I see my family’s getting' broken
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| It seems that only love is blind.
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| I don’t like talkin' about old times
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| Whem all it does is make me sad
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| It would be different if they done wrong
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| Or if they treated people bad
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| But they just gave to those who needed
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| And a way is done together far need
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| Now all my friends are getting locked up
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| How do you thing that makes me feel. |