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| after the revolution. . . i go to have my back examined |
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| by beautiful women with ice cold hands and death stars ! |
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| after we lost the revolution. . . we castrate ourselves |
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| after the revolution. . . all of our numbers are written on cream colored walls |
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| after we lose the revolution. . . we open all ages art galleries |
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| we bury the homeless and pay our taxes and talk about other things |
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| after the uprising. . . our homes are really foreclosed |
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| after the apocalypse. . . we view each other through tiny windows of ice |
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| after the activists leave. . . the militants take up arms and block the roads |
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| we put away the polite signage |
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| buy, possess, trade new weapons of imaginable charm |
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| paint everything FUCKING RED !!! |
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| move on to other adventures. . . in grey |
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| 1/2 the color of my true love's flag |
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| after the insurgency. . . everything is fuckable |
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| after the revolution fails. . . we are crushed, poisoned and left for dead |
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| after the revolution. . . we live in what we find, brown and worn, stained silver squeals |
NE!L~ fir real !!!
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