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Dickheads shit-talk, huddled single-file |
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First-world frat-boys and prairie skinheadsor mourn a murdered friendwho will never walk a milein this tiny woman's shoes. |
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Drink up and mumble your abuse. |
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I'm still humbled by it all:busting windows and getting busyaround the same time(with Labonte's older sisterbehind the sportsplexdecked out in her Speedos),that |
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I was riding with no hands, |
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Bella was flinching from the stingof a |
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Depo Proveran "family planning",and a holocaust spanningher own |
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Pearl Harbour |
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A prison my country underwrote in paradise.25 years to the rest of her life. |
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And in the shadows of |
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Santa Cruz,she crossed her fingers behind her back.where as night fell she emerged |
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Built Suharto a |
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Trojan horse and lay stillwith a box under her arm'til the mother****er sent her northand her uniform.that held der pledge of allegiance |
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She laid it at the gatesof |
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General's embassyand her whisper echoed into a dawn |
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The truth will set my people freeas she disappeared: |
