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Said the Martyr to the mob:? “It's not a feud to resolve on a poor man's mind”? They were bred, inbred, inside the walls, ?No natural light there falls,? Where they go...
?Drawn back, ?A line of wisdom ?It takes two to make a fool, one to lie and one to listen ?Hold my vote from the bidders? The vacant eyes of a vision
??We've had 19 from the same school, ? Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 19 from the same school
I'm tired of waiting,? I've not got the patience
??So I sold my vote to the highest bidder ?The blatant lies of a vision
??We've had 19 from the same school, ? 19 from the same school
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