working for no man, no wage.
3 seconds of bubble fame;
the moment we waited for never came.
a glass of bitter lemon;
empty purses and hypocritical women.
someday soon, we will find,
things that let us out of all that bind.
turning a page, killing the rage.
the music is on, the world is spinning on.
round in circles around the sun;
all right and wrong fade in the fun.
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