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The pages of my history
Ain't no great big mystery
For the price of petty bribes
Separation of the tribes
Men with guns have leadeth us
Down their path of righteousness
A thousand trips around the sun
Hard to tell who lost and won
Who lost?
The faces in the mist I see
Ain't no great big mystery
Loss of heart, loss of mind
Lost some chrome through tests of time
Through tests of time
