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A field with no flowers A child with no name Give me these things And try to stay the same Walk down the street In the middle of the day Fall in a dark hole Freedom of choice Is what you pay The sun comes up In your world of smoke They laugh at you Think you're nothing but a joke But who are they To smile so A book with no words A song with no sound Give me these things And fall to the ground. |
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