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I don't want to go to War
But it is not my Choice
Seems a lot of people out there
Do not have a Voice
Find your Voice
Make a Choice
You tell me you are my friend
All the time raising taxes
You want to see how much I can take
Before I get Blasted
Tell me something man
Is it always this way
The rich just get richer
While the poor fade away...
Oh Yeah, the Shit keeps hitting the fan
With each passing day
Yeah, the Shit is hitting the fan
In an orchestrat'ed way
You got no choice, Choice
You got no choice, Choice
Find your Voice, Voice
Find your Voice, Make a Choice
Make a Choice
Find your Voice
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