A letter to the editor, from the man in the corner.
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It's all in vein.
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They want your head, they want your head on a plate.
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For every fly that's on the wall,
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been used up, trow too fast anymore.
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It's just information burned up, passed out, spun to your door.
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There's a light in your eyes.
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And there's fiction fallin' from the sky,
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See it all in black and white.
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A letter to the editor, scrapin' sky by the river.
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Now could it be,
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all the fear that seems to be catching all around here?
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They've been kicking down my door,
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but I'm not taking any calls.
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Well the choice of words is choose no words,
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saying nothing, nothing at all.
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There's a light in your eyes.
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And there's fiction found between the lines,
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See it all in black and white.
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See it all in black and white.
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Tell it like it is.
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Tell it like it is.
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I put the pieces together but I never ever, learn.
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Never ever, ever.
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There's a light in your eyes.
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And there's fiction fallin' from the sky.
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See it all in black and white.
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See it all in, black, and white.
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Letter To The Editor
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| Something For Kate |
