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Tear Garden - Isis Veiled They're closing in, I switched the pictures, painted all the walls I hung the medals, hid the magazines. As caped crusaders crawled down Freedom Street... Guns of Liberation ushered in the dawn. One guy wears an eyepatch while the other wears a tie. One will play the liberator, one will run and hide. I hear the cannons crack a mile down Freedom Street - out of sight (out of mind). The ninth wave claimed a thousand while another thousand fled. I'm getting low on beans and marmalade. I share my bed with locust girl, she flies through the cracks across my head. She's always on my side... I'm always on your side... We are on your side... |
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