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Well, I've read the books and stared back
At the phony looks and heard all the corny hooks From the north, south, east and the west
The exact impact of the stacks of facts
Cannot be tracked or calculated
Into this burning sun
No, six billion people, twelve billion arms,
One golden smile, snake charm
They must be up to no good
The lawyers and the cancer,
The lip syncing break dancers
Life is not a recreation

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