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Concentration


Concentration

I can't help you
If you won't help yourself
While denying truth
With country music background
Your song and dance
Without a stance
Along your line
Of blood
You don't have a chance
For times have changed
Your mind has been rearranged
You think what you're told
While boldly going forward
As they keep you back
With their hack
By injecting lackluster
Into all your behavior
Keep hoping for a savior
As advertised here
Yet you harp on
Although you are so far long gone
On your bar hop
Where you are tip top
While under a wrest
You know what's best
Of your rights
As a human being
Still
Civility
You don't see what I'm seeing
Which is why
I can't help you
In any concentration
Camp

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