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I've Tried
1960's or 1970's
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Although I've tried to be so right
I never really knew
What it was... that I should do
Can't tell friends from enemies
Or even me from you
We're all a congregation
Within each other's hearts
But there are some
Who aren't so welcome there
Seducing with their lies
And their gainful programmed ways
And the thoughts of happiness for them alone
Never noticing your sorrow
At the vision of tomorrow
And cursing to the sky
To know you are free.
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