On the back of a pack of matches, I wrote a letter today.
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With a bottle of kerosene, I toast to the bourgeoisie.
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Tonight, they say everything's gonna be okay.
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Tonight, they say, everything's gonna be alright... yeah right.
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Not-so-silent weapons for not-so-quiet wars.
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Still feels like I'm on trial.
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Still got my name on file.
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I carve notes like votes on a cinderblock.
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Matchbook poets, you know we leave paper trails like coffin nails.
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On the back of a pack of matches, I wrote a letter today.
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On the back of a pack of matches, I wrote my eulogy.
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Matchbook Poets
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| The A.K.A.s |
