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Stood up at a border street |
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A souped up strut on swollen feet |
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My loss remembered incomplete |
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What memory knows I can't repeat |
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Offered army soul salvation |
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Sandwich choice of God and nation |
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Haloed voices, chiselled faces |
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Fill my head with empty spaces |
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Out of the breakdown of the whole |
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Back to the choices on repeat |
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Out of a life put on hold |
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Once again a bulldog baby |
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Classified as cheap and lazy |
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Inner pity meat mutation |
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Pay the price for approbation |
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Welcome to the new dictators |
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Power, drugs and imitators |
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Out of the breakdown of the whole |
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Back to the choices on repeat |
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Out of a life put on hold |
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Mother's dressed in alligator |
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All good children love to hate her |
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Out of the breakdown of the whole |
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Back to the choices on repeat |
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Out of a life put on hold |
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Into the fallout of belief |
