Victim of Hate
He wouldn’t budge
Because he bore a grudge
A stone round his neck
A waste of all his hi tech
Shackled to the past
Chained to the mast
Wallowing in his misery
Oh what a tragedy
If he opened his mind’s eye
Freedom will fill him with joy
Because he bore a grudge
A stone round his neck
A waste of all his hi tech
Shackled to the past
Chained to the mast
Wallowing in his misery
Oh what a tragedy
If he opened his mind’s eye
Freedom will fill him with joy
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