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To be fair, I'd probably have thought the same thing.
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Well I know you’ve never seen me before
And I’ve never stepped through your storefront door
But hear me, champions of the dispossessed poor,
I’m no cause for alarm
And I know that I probably don’t belong
And my coat and my pants and my belt’s all wrong
And I don’t keep eye contact for long
No, not anymore
But oh, honey, if you only knew
I don’t mean to cause any harm to you
This ain’t a stake out for the boys in blue
Honest, I promise, I like your shop
I just want a book, I’m not a cop
Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen’s one thing
They’re all revolution even when they’re dreaming
But me with my notebook, and me with my pen,
What the hell is he writing?
He’s checking out the flag with the black and red fist
So hurry, cover up the mailing list
And hide the tattoos across your wrist
So he can’t identify you
But oh, honey, if you only knew
You’re a hundred miles off bout my worldview
And I don’t like the government any more than you do
Honest, I promise, I like your shop
I just want a book, I’m not a cop, no, honest, I’m not
It's gonna be like I was never here
In ten minutes flat I'll disappear
And you can go back to breaking fixed gears
Honest, I promise, I like your shop
I just want a book, I'm not a cop
Bakunin in hand I start down the street
And I can hear them calling the emergency meeting
Did he hear anything worth repeating?
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