| Once upon a time
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| In a faraway land
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| Lived a villain called Flash
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| He was such a wicked man
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| He terrorized the people
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| He broke arms and crushed hands
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| He ruled with a fist and he purchased all the land
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| Then he plowed up the fields and cut down the trees
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| For property speculation
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| And he did it all for a pot of gold
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| And for his own preservation
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| The people were scared
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| They didn’t know where to turn
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| They couldn’t see any salvation
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| From the hoods and the spivs
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| And the crooked politicians
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| Who were cheating and lying to the nation
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| Save the fields and the trees
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| And give them back to the nation
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| Bring the government down
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| A new leader must be found
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| For the sake of preservation
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| He said he did it to help us all
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| And did it for the good of the nation
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| But he did it for a pot of gold
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| And for his own preservation
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| When money is evil
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| And power is corrupt
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| The devil moves in and takes over
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| Mr. Flash broke his word
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| And now he’s got to pay
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| For his crimes and his lies and his evil ways
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| And it’s gonna get rough
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| And it’s gonna get rough
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| It’s a crime and a sin that no one can win
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| In a story of self preservation |