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We need to talk about somethingGoing all over townWe need to talk about somethingNow something's going downWe need to get a situationSituated right hereI'm done with your indignationIt's getting thin on my earI have to press upon your buttonsTo get a simple releaseYou give some sharpness to your shut-insI want this all to ceaseIn plain-clothed operations as seen through your open window,I can see you with your hand upon the white-washed picket fenceThat lines the street. You're keeping roses stretchedUpon your outer brim, have you had time in the trenches now to win?With a cloth over my face, I am tired of your pace. Slow and steady wins the race. Think now, forever hold your peace. I have to cup up all my dead, I have to shoot the sky instead. I have to blend in with the crowd. I have to fake that I am proud. I have to work to keep the peace. I have to make myself(my life) complete. I have a truth I have a lie. I have to live.I have to die. From Letras Mania