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with such, these soothing melodies, half-drunk
gets ready for perception wars
put cold hat on and charlie (the guy i know) says "quiet down"
and for a minute, we all do

but only with restless fingers
and shortening fuses, we bury justice
and military burials take place on the coffee table
we: the most of us are settled down, and
won't be going out tonight.

2004-06-22 | 7:57 p.m.
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