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We describe the sensationas a tearing in our chestsand there is a qualityin |
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Feiburg's father'spost-war wail that reachesthrough the world's worst speakersand beseechesanyone who happens by,on their way to somewhere else -clicking through the endless screensfor the garbage on the shelvesreflections of ourselves -to consider the costof all this shit we seem to thinkwill fill our perforated souls. |
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We're more hole than human being,can't wash away that stink.13 billion years in the making:a live, unfiltered moment. |
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An unscripted encroachmentupon the province of routine evil -of all-too-human people. |
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So pious, so peaceful. |
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So quick to turn on you. |
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Thought I was fucking outta herewith two middle fingers in the air. |
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Then like a mile-wide meteor,he came crashing through my door. |
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That's just how it goes. |
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And everybody knowsain't too much can be done. |
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All the avarice and greedand puny human hatredsthat dare to come between two human hearts. |
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I try not to live in fearand |
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I'm truly gratefulfor every happy moment here. |
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Upstairs I hear her voiceshe softly singingto him and |
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I come undone. |
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Something wicked this way comes. |
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And that's just how it goesand everybody knowsain't too much can be done. |
