The
addicts
They
can't smoke enough
They
can't see far ahead
They
only see their own needs
The
addicts
They
don't care what they say
They
will fight to get their fixes
Else
they will go amok in their heads
The
addicts
There
are many
They
want everything
Put
on their plates
The
addicts
The
dawn has no meaning
They
don't see the significance
They
only need to smoke their fixes
The
nation pays
The
addicts in her midst
When
they say
It's
about their next fix
The
addicts
Wake
up to face the truth
The
world is moving far ahead
The
economic power will enslave them
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