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Pollution, Cain, and misery
Oceans of golden mystery
Armies boisterous and armies loud
Portraits of a vicious crowd
Talk to me, talk to me now
Hey man, you're all that I have
Me, myself, myself and I
We're born to work and born to die
I have chosen my anthems
Of these I am proud
Portraits of a divided crowd
Talk to me, talk to me now
