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she



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oh for a sense a home
Momma

A sense of human decency

)(

Too many corpse children

Piling up

In the heart

In the streets


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Oh for a sense of peace
Momma

a sense of peace

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LET THIS DEAD NATION ROT AWAY !

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God won't  mind

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He hardly notices

These mundane things

:::

She

Wanders down by the railroad tracks


Gettin on

Back to you

Hop the freight to eternity

Back to love

Back to truth



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