You don't know a thing about their lives
They live where you wouldn't dare to drive
You shake as you think of how they sleep
But you write as if you all lie side by side
But you may be feeling let down
Reader, meet Author
With the hope of hearing sense He says NoAnd if a fight broke out here tonight
By the words of defence
You don't know a thing about their lives
Books don't save them, books aren't Stanley knives
And the year 2000 won't change anyone here
Oh, have you ever escaped from a shipwrecked life ?
You'll swear it was never there
You'd be the first away, because you're that type As each fabled promise flies so fast
So safely with your software, miles from the front line You hear the way their sad voice sings, and you start to imagine things
Oh, any excuse to write more lies.
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