You come through my front door,
in your hand, a paper of law,
you tell me I must think like you,
I can’t say what I know any more,
you say I must be like you.
SOCIALISM
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You come through my front door,
in your hand, a paper of law,
you tell me I must think like you,
I can’t say what I know any more,
you say I must be like you.