Pride no longer has definition Everybody wears it, it always fits A state invoked for the lack of position Strength is the bait that keeps us so busy If it's perforated, then I tear it to bits All sense lost in the frenzy They should never touch the ground Irony is the refuge of the educated Always complaining but they never quit Cool's eternal, but it always dated They should never touch the ground It's not worth, it's the investment That keeps us tied up in all these strings We draw lines and stand behind them That's why flags are such ugly things That they should never touch the ground
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