My World

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Boredom conversation is often relation
Stories about another man's end
Demise, reprise, we improvise
At the bars, the news at ten
Hypocrisy, this new democracy
Fabricated by deception and lies
The truth we seek shall be told in a week
Stay tuned or it will pass you by

Brought up by a mother and tricked by a brother
Destroyed by the poison inside
We raise our children under false illusions
Shallow hopes and selfish pride
If not to achieve, what image would it leave
Our conception of this new world and gain?
The fancy new cars, a mansion in the stars
Mistaken solution to our pain, oh

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My, my, my, my