What
battle?
Am
Ci A barking at the ghosts
Loudly
for all to hear
It's
a nuisance
It's
the battle for crumbs
Am
Ci A wants it in its life
Looking
beyond which it fails
The
major corruptions it stays mute
And
so what battle?
It's
barking at the ghosts
Making
itself a nuisance
Though
feeling proud of it
Am
Ci A do us a favor
Be
a man hit the real crook
It
saves all your troubles
But
you are a softie and nuisance
The
time to call a rest
So
like your other partners
The
falling from grace
It
has to begin
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