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THE SHRUG OF INDIFFERENCE
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If you ever visit Washington
The city of ambition and dreams
Be sure to visit the Great Hall of Mirrors
Where nothing is quite as it seems
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You think you see something before you
But when you reach out your hand
You grab a whole lot of nothing
There is nothing to understand
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Just illusion after illusion
Always more to sift through
There is no end to flimflam
Under the sun nothing is new
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When you leave the Great Hall of Mirrors
To stand in the sun and the air
You see it was a merry go round going nowhere
Only real things are reasons to care
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