we stand together
As they come with lies
They look at us with hateful sighs
Somewhere down the road we trod
With a trycycle in the sod
They try to kill us with their eyes
Yet we come back with an alliby
You say hello
Then i say your not that mellow
What better way can we go
Down the road
As we listen to bidders say sold
In my heart she is bold
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