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be defiant, while we're turning our heads. The informed citizen became un-American, for reading a book instead of watching the television. Supporting peace and not the president. Rather die on

I'm sitting in a classroom, bored to death; I'm falling asleep. Are these teachers in front of me ? or just your puppets on a string? Do you even know

This is a story called, When is enough, enough? When that line is drawn in the sand and your birthright is more than circumstance. Well, instead of extending

it's later than you think. I need your opinion like I need a bullet in my head. You didn't care then, so why care now unless you're cashing in on the

vain So treat us like a dog because we eat from your floor We'll take care of ourselves Cause you're taking care of yours We raise a new flag as we dance on

to say. Entertained, entertained, entertain, entertained, entertain you to death. Entertained, entertained, entertain, entertained, entertain you to death. Now, come on. Oh, man, come on

says, I can't even trust my own mother, they were both raised the same way. Well, what you gonna do, when they come knocking on your door? Will you really