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The
end is near
When
leaders cheat and lie
They
don't eat what they preach
Behind
back doors something fishing
The
wealth of the Nation
Morooned
somewhere in numbers
The
greasy characters jumping sliding doors
They
are the oily men and women
They
carry bags
Papers
of transactions
The
documentations
The
border police can't understand
The
capital flight
Like
magic into the wonderland
The
mists of covering the whole
The
leaders of falling regime go
They
have prepared
The
haven to exile
They
can't stomach the music
When
change comes
It's
the mirror, mirror on the wall
Where
will we go after the fall?
The
looting behind closed doors
The
flight to the wonderland
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