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The slogans turned to secrets. The symbols turned to stains. The |
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face of an 'enemy' was imprinted on our brains. Made us spectres at |
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the shutters, faces covered, taking aim, faking blame. Breakday (The |
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breaks failed - we all broke down together) Drains were painted |
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scarlet. Scars were opened wide. Kids saluted in the basements, |
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whistled hymns and homicide. And though we wanted to change things, |
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the fact remains, we never tried. Breakday (The breaks failed - |
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breaking down together). |
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But YOU had a chance. |
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You had the brains, you had the money - could have bought an aeroplane |
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and skipped this hole for somewhere sunny. You recognised the |
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symptoms, smelt the hatred in the air. But you stayed... You better |
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pray. |
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A nurse hid and shivered as an army axed her door. Linking arms, |
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drinking orders, unrinating on the floor. Spilt the milk, split a |
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hymen - took her wicked, made her sore... Told her it was Breakday. |