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In the shadow of a shoulder parrot.
Lying at the gates.
Vulters in the sky.
Mark the territories.
Bombs away
Bombs away
Bombs away.
In the center of a childs vision.
He can't tell what they've done.
The storm still brings the sun.
Somewhere between 9 and 10 pm.
Bombs away
Bombs away
Bombs away
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