There's no chance to hide away no more no call in sick, no chance to get away they have ways to monitor our fear special implants,devices in our ears, Mr. Cockwill promised we'll be safe, as long we pay and read up on the greys, information classified code red, I drink wine and I don't wanna
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Mr. Cockwilll I think we share same fate decreasing views on facebook and myspace in twenty twelve when hippies roam the streets I'll drink wine as long as we won't ... as long as we won't