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We came to take over your one room or maybe displace your parents from theirbed as the special guests of honor you've been at the factory for hoursalready don't worry we'll lock the door when we leave for the border whatwe know is from the world of soundchecks and gas money and maybe a few talesfrom warmer climates where we were once paid well and I can't stand to thinkof all the bastards that are coming to sleep on your floor.
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