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On the Rebound

You can't trust the populace,
The place just got too big!
Playing musical chairs,
In somewhere you have to fit.
 
There's fear in the world,
Not getting any better,
Some people hate each other,
Never gentle as a feather.
 
I'm only one out of many,
And my voice is not too loud,
I make up my ideas,
Left somewhere in the crowd.
 
One little guy,
In a world of sight and sound,
Playing around with music,
And living the rebound.
 
I work in the factory of knowledge,
It will never treat me wrong,
Mass producing and assembling,
The concepts of a song.
 
You won't have smoke stacks puffing,
Like a man with his giant pipe,
Nothing gets polluted,
In the day or in the night.
 



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