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You're no anarchist You're not extreme. But you threaten them. With your dream. So be careful. Multinationals bite bite bite. They'll destroy you. Overnight. I hear wardrums (Picking up pieces of blood for you, now). I hear wardrums (Picking up pieces of blood for you, now). I hear wardrums (Picking up pieces of blood for you, now). I hear wardrums (Picking up pieces of blood for you, now). You don't realise. The extent of their power. I can't help you. Anymore. And you'll find out. Multinationals bite bite bite. They'll destroy you. Overnight. I hear wardrums (Picking up pieces of blood for you, now). I hear wardrums (Picking up pieces of blood for you, now). I hear wardrums (Picking up pieces of blood for you, now). I hear wardrums (Picking up pieces of blood for you, now). There's no justice. Outside the law. They have governments Under control...
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