When
the chair is cold
It
tells of a time to go
What's
there to wait?
Nothing
will come good
The
applause can be heard
Ringing
it loudly in the ears
For
when the chair is cold
Nothing
will come good
The
words can flow
Hitting
it to the masses
When
the applause is gone
The
reality will sink in
What
have been achieved?
The
lies and falsehood flourished
The
applause of the paid troopers
Nothing
will come good
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