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She wore her hair a certain way, so she could cover her face.
No one would question her puffy eyes, it was her disguise.
He saw her once; her hair all down,hiding her face filled with disgrace.
All I need are the lives of my brethren,
given up for the ideals of the free.
Pressing forward with my dreams I've been buildin'
Seeing all these faces looking up at me.
Millin' in my mind,
all the time,
Our sweet generation lost in space
Fuck you to the moon
Pissing out of widows and raping the world in a single glance
Can you imagine all puckered lips and spit flying
