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"Phil Collins"

I don't wanna hear the politician telling me what he's got to sell
And I don't wanna hear some pious zealot telling me how we're all 'doomed to hell'
And I wish that I could boycott Walmart, but I know I don't have the cash
So, I always leave myself to bitching and coating floors in cigarette ash.

But, there's something in the air of these faded houses that we share
To fill with all our friends to chant and hold and sing and drink and dance
And there's something in these red light rooms that once held buckets, mops and brooms
That now we make our slogans in and clasp them on with safety pins

And I don't want some crook official telling me what he's got to say
And I don't want some fucking preacher to tell me how we will rue the day
Because of our dissent. But, it's what we're know for
Instead of take the streets, you'd rather occupy your floor

But, there's something in these nights that leave us so filled up with spite
At knowing we will sleep again and these endeavors, soon will end
And less frequently come about. Exuberance, replaced by doubt.
And then, at some point, will be gone, but lacking the time to ponder on.

And I won't sell myself short.
We always choose to.
I've only got this bridge to burn.
It's what we're used to.

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