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Brushed Aside

	Great God this is an awful place
	though sometimes her smile
	lights the emptiness.
	He lost his way it happens in blizzards
	or flames he said.
	Christ how the ice can burn.
	Great God this was an awful thing to waste
	sometimes her smile lights the emptiness.
	I rest my case won’t you do the same
	no, you wait here
	you wait for the sun to rise.
	I’m tired of talking
	tired of city limits
	and tired of walking.
	Across the grass outside the house
	they’d sell their brothers
	for a place in commanding heights.

	Great God this is an awful place
	though sometimes her smile
	lights the emptiness.
	He lost his way it happens in blizzards
	or flames he said.
	Christ how the ice can burn.
	Great God this was an awful thing to waste
	sometimes her smile lights the emptiness.
	I rest my case won' t you do the same
	no, you wait here
	you wait for the sun to rise.
	I' m tired of talking
	tired of city limits
	and tired of walking.
	Across the grass outside the house
	they' d sell their brothers
	for a place in commanding heights.