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I’m a Marxie girl, in a Marxie woooorld (Come on, Marxie, let’s go party!)
It’s poetic, my dialectic
You can join my class, and means we can amass
Imagination, a worker owned nation
I’m a dead philosopher, in a world full of suffer.
Praise me high, despise me, I mean dispute.
You’re my dude, music mute, feel the glamour of bread.
Take my shares, make it fair, thanky-thanky
