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We just don't seem to get along,
For Centuries, the same old song,
'It's all your fault and never mine,
If I don't work and have a dime'
And so the Centuries go by,
The best known stick is to be sly,
The more we live, dehumanized
The more the faith in all mankind,
Just seems to dwindle, fade and die.
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