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Walk to wait, in line of hate, tenthousand steel faces unwrap their straw fate Mistake in gereral, fast war fashion is bland, Back out your brother, stretch out your red hand Becoming crazed someone, someone in back run free and start leading, start leading the pack Make sure not to stop make do persevere, all regulars blocked, not your thoughts Gamble it quickly, assuredly be, make nice with the ladies, but don't let them see Your prevalent intention seems almost to weak hoist up the inner brave fists that you seek But not with ill ignorance, substance, no brain, make them see clearly, then if not, in vain for others near you will not think it out, it's harder for them to not see a bout. Every, every, this is and that, a crying town crier.
