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T S O L Weathered Statues

still grow old Hundred minds with dignity They let the young men die Another day, another statue Falls out in the dawn Weathered statues Still march

my car, I don't care about any thing When I'm speeding in my car, I don't care about anyone Man and machine, machine and man We're always together they can't

of time Faintly I see their faces, On the back roads of my mind Words in the darkness are always there, Raping me with their thoughtlessness Dreams I can't

inside but a small part of me It's listening to rumours and believing lies That parts always searching but it's never finding Now I've met another and she's

they want to talk to you Maybe it's cuz we know the truth Property is theft Property is theft Money runs the world God's the only way Don't think you