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Please, not another message, I don't want to listen to your machine
I don't know what it means
Turn it off. Turn it off. Turn it off
I think you believe everything that you read
I can't even believe all the things that I see
He's a martyr. He's your best friend
He's an assassin with all his demands
He's a politician shaking your hand
He wants to love you, but he just fucks you
He's the chosen one who knows what we need
But he can't come clean
He can't say what he means
Makes me read in between the lines
In between the lies
Turn it off. Turn off your machine
I don't know what it means. Why can't you come clean? Just say what you mean. No more messages
No more "friends." I have enough friends
I have enough
Not another message. Not another martyr
Politician. Shaking my hand. You want to love me
Then why do you fuck me?
Turn off your machine
I can't read between the lines
In between the lies
Turn off your machine
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