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Silent Jury

This song is by Fairweather and appears on the album Lusitania (2003).

I'm waking up because of smelling salts that I've been given.
Well that formula for caving in has now seceded,
From a courthouse filled with empty judges.
You've got a plan, you've got a blueprint,
You're plagarizing what you can not be.
It's not a plan, it's not a blueprint,
You're criticizing what you can not be.
A clientele of fools, continues to confuse our history,
With what we're waiting for, a silent jury.
So we can use our every means for progress...
We're set free and who we want to be

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