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Song of Private Property Private property -- keep out! You may not walk the beach by the sea it's mine You may not picnic on the golden pine needles they're mine You may not take shelter here from the gnawing cold that's mine Private property -- keep out! Work on the machines but what you make is mine Build the high-rise but its apartments are mine |
Ride in the airplane but remember it's mine Private property -- keep out! Do what you like, it's not concern of mine- just keep out! You're a free man, go anywhere you like -- but keep out! Think what you like, I couldn't care less -- just keep out! it's mine it's mine it's mine  |
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