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Denial
Denial
I saw you lined up with the cops
Denial
Denial
They called you in to clear the block

And there’s a place that we call hell
A comfy space patiently awaits
So long as you got something to sell

When it’s powder kegs
Organize a parade
Avoid a confrontation
With orange vests
And yellow tape
To calm the situation

I found out a little too late...

But anger still spilled on the mall
400 cameras there to catch it all

When the town goes dumb
Some rats will run
To guard the merchants’ fruits
But I salute the Broadway youths
Who held back Hitler’s troops

Just an observation
How could you be there?
We each arm our stations
None of it is fair

I found out a little too late what you are
I found out a little too late that you were in
Denial, denial
Denial.

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