| The black cat firecracker snapped back baseball cappin'
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| Coca-cola sippin' on the suds wearing penny loafers.
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| His Sunday best ain’t good enough for the rest of the world.
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| Yet, he stands in line and waits on his turn.
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| The complex disconfigured man, unassociated, agitated with the careful
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| investigator taking notes.
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| He slowly tiptoes towards the door.
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| Watercolor sunset painted before his eyes.
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| The gateway has been opened, to the wonders of his mind.
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| He was a non-believer.
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| Now without a doubt.
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| He looks up at the clouds,
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| The chemical swirls fading in and out.
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| The peacekeeper drafted into war, with a loaded rifle.
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| Unaware of consequences correlating with his vision
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| Has gone to shit cause he had been programmed to believe a lie.
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| Yet, he stands there with his gun on the front line.
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| Blood red color sunset, painted before his eyes.
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| The veil has been lifted, as he watches his friends drop like flies.
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| He was a non-believer.
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| Now without a doubt
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| He looks down at his paws,
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| The guts he had smothered on the ground.
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| Yeah, yeah!
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| His family got the letter, a message, clear and true.
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| Their hero had fallen for the red, white, and blue.
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| He was a non-believer.
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| Now without a doubt.
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| His body lays six feet underground.
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| The black cat’s nine lives, they ran out.
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| Yeah, yeah! |