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Jul 2010
it is nightTIME

it is wierdly wildly freely dreamTIME

IT IS sometimes gun fire
or child screamTIME

round this place called AMERIKKKKKKA

or
whater you call HELLLL

no prob

we are so used to ITTTT

there is nothing
REALLLLLY

to say
Written by
jeffrey robin
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