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Brewster-
Neeson-
Brewster)
He comes from a wasteland where stones misdeed into the nightthey pretend they feed him, then shoot him down in thesearch light
They're putting words in your mouth so you talk like themdressing you up in a straight jacket
Wearing his straight jacket, taking his pay back in scarsshe lies beside him and tells him that life's not too hard
They're putting words in your mouth so you talk like themdressing you up in a straight jacket
Caught by the fear and the anger of all you despisewanting the feeling of eden, you've learnt how to die---------------------------------------------------------------------------
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