If the police come and tromp the state And there's a strait crisis and maley And gradually arodes world technology Let go, let go, let go, disgruntled And gradually arodes world technology Let go, let go, let go, disgruntled Reflect something of course you descend Fighting conflict, running fugitive And gradually arodes world technology Let go, let go, let go, disgruntled And gradually arodes world technology Let go, let go, let go, disgruntled If the police come and tromp the state And there's a strait crisis and maley
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