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7:21 am

I awoke again at the time above
I'd read the news asleep
I knew what they had done
They, that, one.
I thought about the descent and the rise to fame
Family ties that run
They run, they run, they run.
And all those men,
With their iron lung
Blackened by the toils
That war just goes and spoils;
In europe they think they'll dive and duck
For cover,
Or maybe grandiose
They catch the most and laugh
Right at a shattered mirror.
I awoke again to see some more bs
Foreign affairs
Blood shot eyes
And gorgeous milken thighs
I awoke again at 7:21
Without a care in the world
A beating heart,
Time to start again:
Hold hands in peace
Hold hands in peace.