the smell of virgin pages wafted through the swinging doors
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and the croaking speech he'd heard from countries counselors before
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they said "we all care for you, we know how you suffer
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but I know you can succed, I used to have it so much rougher"
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there's hope in the words and emotion in the eyes
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it's so easy to be misled by the savvy gentle guise
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and like fools we trust the delivery
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but it's all just drunk sincerity
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in maternal family assembly poised regarding the blue tube
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the numbers crept up higher and the hawks stayed out of view
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then the generals said "we dont want our boys dead
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your sons and your husbands will be coming back heroes soon"
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with steam, heat, and rhythm in the back seat of the car
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and adolescent perspective projecting life's forecast to the stars
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you heard love from the lips and you were rapt by the hips
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and the promise was eternal but you couldn't see that far
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Drunk Sincerity
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| Bad Religion |
