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They pull our strings
The animals
They blind, they breed the hate
Under their wing
We're scientists
We swallow what they think
For all you lonely boys
I will be president
In all you sons of men
I can be accident
Most fall in line
They do the dance
And salute the safest thing
Bought with their lives
Cry and socialize
And throw all the beauty away
For all you lonely boys
I will be president
In all you sons of men
I can be accident
