| Cherry picking through the stars
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| And falling cannonballs
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| Waiting for the break of dawn
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| To start its morning crawl
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| Polluted rays of filtered light
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| Tropical and warm
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| Making shadows through
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| The snow white resin covered skulls
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| Happy birthday to the war
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| Standing by the wall
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| A rainbow made of stars
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| Under seven difference shades of grey
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| Spreading out across the arc
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| Days of wonder spent
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| Out there killing time
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| Now this may not leave a mark on me But I sure as hell was there
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| Caravanning on the moonlit
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| Locust covered trail
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| We came out like a stream of bats
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| Exploding from the well
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| Slipping through the whirlpools
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| Of trees and floating cars
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| Behind winter coated mule
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| Down record breaking falls
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| Into olblivions open jaws
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| Standing by the wall
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| A rainbow made of stars
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| Under seven difference shades of grey
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| Spreading out across the arc
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| Days of wonder spent
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| Out there killing time
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| Now this may not leave a mark on me But I sure as hell was there
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| Happy birthday to the war
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| Days of wonder spent
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| By a rainbow made of stars
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| Under seven different shades of grey
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| Spreading out across the arc
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| Standing by the wall
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| Out there killing time
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| Now this may not leave a mark on me But I sure as hell was there
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| Educated under God
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| To walk a neutral line
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| Give me neither poverty
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| Nor riches in my time
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| Take my body and my mind
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| My heart is far behind
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| With one dozen poems in my ears
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| Ricocheting wild |