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There?s a price to pay, for what your wanna say
Another revolution, there?s no solution
In the summertime, in the streets of crime
want a situation, one of desperation.
I?ve got, you?ve got
Who?s got the right to say - what?s for me
I?ve got, you?ve got - we?ve got an enemy.
There?s no sympathy, a world of apathy
In the name of peace, there?s no relief
Where did time go, on death row.
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