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The few surviving samurai survey the battlefield |
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Count the arms, the legs and heads and then divide by 5 |
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Drenched in blood they move across the screen |
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Do I need to point or do you see the one I mean |
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The one in back, the way he acts |
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Is he reminding you of anyone we know |
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Isn't he so like certain people I could name |
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Halfway through the thirty minutes |
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Halfway round the world |
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Here's the story on the genocidal overlord |
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In the palace with her epilettes |
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Watch her little gestures as she lights her cigarette |
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Look at her, you must see it too |
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Is she reminding you of anyone we know |
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Isn't she so like certain people I could name |
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Disembodied and detached a voice describes the scene |
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As a lizard stalks a helpless creature on TV |
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Music underscores the tragedy |
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Eyes with no expression watch the unsuspecting prey |
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Who is it like, doesn't it strike |
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You as the very image of someone we know |
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Isn't it so like certain people--how could anybody miss |
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The obvious and the uncanny and the clear resemblance |
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Isn't it just like certain people I could name |
