The
night of rally
The
same script will sing
The
faces on the field
They
listen to every word
How
could we lose?
The
majority voted
The
change was robbed
We
were left scratching heads
The
change was so near
We
could smell in the air
The
queue on the election day
The
faces seemed to say
In
the end it wasn't
The
minority votes made it
It
was hard to accept
Democracy
got screwed up
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