White, Discussion

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I talk of freedom

You talk of the flag

I talk of revolution

You'd much rather brag

And as the decibels of this disenchanting

Discourse continue to dampen the day

The coin flips again and again, and again,

And again as our santity walks away

All this discussion

Though politically correct

Is dead beyond destruction

Though it leaves me quite erect

And as the final sunset rolls behind the earth

And the clock is finally dead

Ill look at you, you'll look at me

And well cray alot

But this will be what we said

This will be what we said

Look where all this talking got us baby.

Look where all this talking got us baby.

Look where all this talking got us baby.

Look where all this talking got us baby.

Look where all this talking got us baby.

Look where all this talking got us baby.

Look where all this talking got us baby.

Look where all this talking got us baby.