Bee
Anne
Time
to pack your bag
The
plane is waiting
The
old pilot smile at you
He
knows where to send
Climb
on board and don't cry
You
have your day
You
soaked it well
It's
the last ride
The
pied piper's dream is gone
In
the sky of white and blue
In
a minute you see the hazy clouds
It's
just a silly joke
The
last 12 months of your time
Issuing
lopsided statements
All
to please your cronies
The
people march
The
change in their minds
Bee
Anne time to go
You
are not wanted
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