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the dream was a good one

or so we had thought

but once we’d put the money down

it wasn’t what we’d bought

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a promise is a promise

a wish we hope is true

but once we make our little cross

there’s nothing we can do

*

when the walrus does his little dance

from far it looks like fun

but when the lyrics reach the ear

one only hears umshini wam

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what it means is just a guess

and what is said is seldom done

but from what we now begin to see

only a few are having fun

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a little boy in old mans clothes

a childhood filled with stress

was it this or something else

that got us in this mess?

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the heart of man is what it is

we carry it together

but when the heart is fully unleashed

there’s nothing one can tether 

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the best made plans of man 

in the tome it is said

cannot be bridled nor controlled

when the heart is dead

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a democracy of twisted hearts

at breaking point entwined

knotted firmly in hopeless hope

in demand of a better time

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the mouths that once promised peace

a rope of hope, in hope itself

now dangling from the hangman’s pole 

with great dreams left on the shelf

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but still the masses sing the song

and dance until they sweat

but when the dust finally settles down

they’re no more rid of their debt

*

“the time has come!” 

says the walrus song

but before they’d even finished singing

the time had already gone

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