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As I look around me,
I see the terrifying truth.
I see the struggling mother begging for food.
I see the crying father burying his child.
I see brother turn against brother.
Dear Marlo,
Drum, Drum, Drum
I’m like a spy
Drum, Drum, Drum
I sound like I'm steppping on clouds in the sky
So I run into the kitchen
As sly as a mouse
Hand clenched, nerves tingled, emotions stirred
Eyes tired from the long night of drunken celebration
My gown swayed and my tassel knocked against my ear
Name is called and a small cheer is heard at a distance
