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Nov 2012
Square your shoulders in the cold
Blow steam like fire from your lips;
You're still alive, you're going strong -
So strut a little, swing your hips!

So what the world is ******* to hell?
So Armageddon's started?
You're gonna let that hold you down
And leave you brokenhearted?

You feel the steel inside your chest?
You build that, fan it into flame,
And vow that when the enemy arrives
They'll know your name.
to America
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   Anon C and Timothy
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