The Mimic

A little grey man

Was crashing part of your plan?

Where is the rest of your clan?

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You pale human male

Somewhere along the long trail

But no thank you, I'm on bale

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Tiny man from space

Whom finds himself on a chase

Could Earth be your new found place?

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Oh you hairless ape

You know my need to escape

Here before a new landscape

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Another lost soul

Running away from control

Here you will not find that goal

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Again a cynic

Do you all need the clinic

Is life here my home's mimic?

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Look at this my friend

A cigarette at it's end

Sold to people as a trend

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That toxic object

Something you just can't reject?

Ah this feeling of deject

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Addiction again

The people drinking champagne

And endless lines of cocaine

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Much like my home then

I guess I can wonder when

I'll find a land of free men