| Ghost, you are like, so black and white;
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| You could be executed in the fight for rights;
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| Children and wives, doesn’t know what they do;
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| well just take away their rights.
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| Well, just take away their right,
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| to leep, to pray and to cheat;
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| to a God that only exists to make you wrong;
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| That just exists to make you alone.
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| Oh, my country will kill me now!
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| Oh, my country will kill me now!
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| Oh, my country will kill me now!
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| But, whatever… whatever…
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| Soon will food, be rubes;
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| just slits the throats of the homeless,
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| And we’ll bring them all,
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| just throw them on the ropes
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| We’ll sweep the bomb under the carpets,
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| rip the Souls out of the gutter,
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| just to make it all seem right…
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| Just to make it all seem whatever is said,
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| so true and long shed, if it’s meant to be held;
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| well, just take away their rights.
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| Well just take away their —
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| Oh, my country will kill me now!
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| Oh, my country will kill me now!
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| Oh, my country will kill me now!
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| But, whatever… whatever…
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| Oh, my country will kill me now!
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| Oh, my country will kill me now!
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| Oh, my country will kill me now!
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| But, whatever… whatever…
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| Oh, my country will kill me now!
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| Oh, my country will kill me now!
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| Oh, my country will kill me now!
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| But, whatever… whatever…
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| Oh, my country will kill me now!
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| Oh, my country will kill me now!
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| Oh, my country will kill me now!
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| But, whatever… whatever… |