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If we're going to say 'okay' to submission at the border, who if anyone will say, "I don't believe in Law and Order?" All the thoughts of alienation, feeling guilt through association, appearance altered, fit the plan, making it as easy as we can. All you got is regulation. All I got is inspiration. All I get is your resistance. I just want to shrink the distance. Welcome? Hardly! Face the flag. Total strangers rape my bag. I had no room to pack the bomb, where do you think I'm coming from? Travel broadens the mind and here's the threat to humankind, if you go so far you leave behind all the notions in your mind. Freedom comes in losing stability so-called "forced' to use your ability to cope with unknown situations soon destroys the notion of nations. But I just want to see the planet before I die. How can it be so hard to cross this borderline between what's yours and what is mine? I just want to see the planet before I die. Separate lands, it's all possession guarded with some warped obsession of control - you want to come in? It all depends on where you've been! I'm sick of doing what I'm told, stay at home, grow up, feel old. Feeling young is not quite knowing - until you've gone - just where you're going.
