Next-Door Is a Nuclear War Zone
Next-door is a nuclear war zone
Where furniture flew from windows
And screams echoed endlessly
Where holes filled the walls
And hearts quickly turned cold
It stands now, though broken
And we are all split
By an imaginary line
That even the sun can recognize
We weren’t killed by this war
But we were scarred forever
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