the next time you hear of me
it will be in one of those magazines
you know the kind
they plaster your face everywhere
and then you won't be able to escape me
I'll forever be an image following your mind
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if a human's nature is to war, this song: is a battleground, and this voice, a weapon one thousand voices - or trumpet call to arms.
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