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A misfit who is old before his time |
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Poverty has turned him to crime |
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Boredom gives him too much time to think |
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He pours another drink. |
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A burning, bitter taste of irony |
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A prisoner in the land of the free. |
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He wonders why his landscape looks so strange |
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Burger bars are home on the range |
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An empty bottle falling from his hand |
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He doesn't understand. |
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A burning, bitter taste of irony |
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A prisoner in the land of the free. |
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A cork unlocks the door to other lands |
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Of battles won and destinies in hand |
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A half-remembered state of liquid dreams |
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Where things aren't what they seem. |
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A burning, bitter taste of irony |
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A prisoner in the land of the free. |
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A naked savage dressed in shirt and jeans |
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A burning, bitter taste of irony |
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A prisoner in the land of the free. |
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A burning, bitter taste of irony |
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A prisoner in the land of the free. |