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Democracy, however hip, let mental midgets steer the ship. Forgive me if I'm sounding shrill; denial's one more way to **** You start to see the way things are — another hottest June so far ... Forget the things you thought were norms; 'cause now it's drought between the storms. To where we'll go — no man's that smart; we sorta tore the thing apart; we're on a sea without a chart. We used to gaze up at the stars and dream of sending men to mars; we sort of did it, I suppose; we're on a planet no one knows.
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Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 8:16 AM UTC
Mars
Democracy, however hip, let mental midgets steer the ship. Forgive me if I'm sounding shrill; denial's one more way to **** You start to see the way things are — another hottest June so far ... Forget the things you thought were norms; 'cause now it's drought between the storms. To where we'll go — no man's that smart; we sorta tore the thing apart; we're on a sea without a chart. We used to gaze up at the stars and dream of sending men to mars; we sort of did it, I suppose; we're on a planet no one knows.
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Missoula, MT
Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 8:16 AM UTC
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