Rich Haven Lyrics

he sang freedom. over and over. like with tourette's
syndrome. incapable of stopping until the word itself
sounded right. correct. with the will of the important
people carried out through the most important structures,
like richie, i feel like a motherless child. in four years i won't be adopted. nor four more, nor four more
years with the olive branch, toting the myth of
participation and the magic of media. like richie i feel
like a motherless child. but i have brothers and i have
sisters.

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