How do they do it?
How is it done?
That it goes on and on,
I can imagine,
That they must be knowing all the stories,
How is it done?
That I can never believe,
Maybe they got some spirits,
Some believe that they be better than others,
I can see all of them,
That it is done in conspiracy,
I knew them from away back,
That these people living all Unfair.
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