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For years we are told to obey the signs
Yield, no turns, stay right
I seem to be the kind of human
In whom all obeyance takes flight
I know when to yield
I know when to go
But something inside always tells me
No
Today is no different as I see all the signs
Rebellion is ingrained it seems
As I speed along life's highway
And take in the sights
I ram down the signs in my dreams
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Don't blame me. I didn't vote for either of'em.
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