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The generals hate holidays |
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Others shoot up to chase the sun blues away |
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Another store front church is open |
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Sea of neon lights, a boxer his shadow fights |
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Soldier tired and sailor broken |
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Winter's asleep at my window |
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Cold wind waits at my door |
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She asks me up to her place |
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But I won't be down anymore |
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Judges with metermaid hearts |
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Order super market justice starts |
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Frozen children inner city |
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Walkers in the paper rain |
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Waiting for those knights that never came |
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The hi-jacked trying so hard to be pretty |
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Night rains tap at my window |
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Winds of my thoughts passing by |
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She laughed when I tried to tell her |
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Hello only ends in goodbye |
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America gains another pound |
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Only time will bring some people around |
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Idols and flags are slowly melting |
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Another shower of rice |
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To pair it for some will suffice |
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The mouthful asks for second helpings |
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Moonshine pours through my window |
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The night puts it's laughter away |
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Clouds that pierce the illusion |
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That tomorrow would be as yesterday... |