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With a hand up both their banks they were becoming puppets
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They couldn't even turn their heads without permission , it was too much to take
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| I feel this funny pressure inside | |
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| So do I, so do I, there is not escape | |
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So sad, the hatred he instilled consumed them,
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| AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA | |
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| aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa | |
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