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Of this you must take note
A vote is still a vote,
A chad is just a chad
And so it makes us very sad
That we've been had.

When some go to the polls
They don't punch quite clean holes,
On this you can rely
But Bush said those votes weren't real
He won, but why?

Ballots in some towns awfully out of date
Down in Miami, butterflies we hate
Recounts begun, rejected as too late
That no one can deny

It's still the same old story
In Bush's fight for glory
A case of win or die
The White House now belongs to Dub'ya
He won, but why?

(instrumental break)

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