A paper crane, in a dirty drain, trying to dry her wings.
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The atom split between her lips in the final stage.
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The chemicals dissolve and the family disappears.
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She sees her life slip between the cracks in the atomic age
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Like a shot in the vein.
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Can a pilot see the the distant arc of history?
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A thousand suns all burst at once in a blinding rage.
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We need a drug, we need something to takw the dreams away
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Because the dream of peace has gone to sleep in the passing lane
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Like a shot in the vein.
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Theres a black dog hanging by a string
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In the flutter of a thousand paper wings.
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You put your faith in the chemicals
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But you fear the crash and you over react
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and you hear the bomb going off
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Then you see the flash and it's all out of synch.
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When you take bitter pills
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No sugar coat can mask the taste.
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A thousand paper cranes
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Left out in the rain.
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Unintended Long Term Effects
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