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You’re all my whites, no room for grey,
In this world things divide,
A line down the middle, best friends or enemies
It’s wrong or right, there’s no midway,
In this world, things divide, like water and oil, its human alchemy
I used to be a commie,
But now I know its barmy,
Cos what divides man,
Is competition, diffidence, glory
Eye for an eye, your teeth belong to me,
And oh, I’ll be smiling all day long
I get thirsty, and revenge is sweet you see,
I think it’s right to make two wrongs
He took me to a corner,
Looked me square in the eyes and said,
‘son you give that shit up, and concentrate on physical geography’
I used to be a commie,
But now I know its barmy,
Cos what divides man,
Is competition, diffidence, glory
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