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Buck Up

It all comes down to me,

When it should come down to us.

Together we can be revolutionary.

Alone, I can only revolt.

There’s brainstorming with solidarity.

Alone, I can only hope.

For you to say we did it,

There has be something more.

More than you.

And more than me.

More than the egos.

Of the wannabes.

So, buck up,

And back up,

When it all comes down on me.

Buck up,

And back up,

’cause it won’t just come down on you.

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