| 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 |