What do these marching orders mean?
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Some hackneyed fairy tale I'd move outta their dreams
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It's what they do
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Stepping to
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Marching ten paces in front of you
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Let's put this countdown clock away
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Unfinished parts of the death ray on the lawn
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Let them rust, turn to dust
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What the heart can't imagine we'll trust
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They
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They say we can't make this stuff up,
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But what else could we make?
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What do these marching orders say?
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Spelled out in loud forgotten language, they leave
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The voice wrecked; don't connect
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What the fuse was put there to protect
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They
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They say we can't make this stuff up,
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But what else could we make?
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Come on, really lose your voice.
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Come on, really lose it.
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They
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They say we can't make this stuff up,
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But what else could we make?
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No, your marching orders stay
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Always despise them, anyway,
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So hell no, it won't go
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Marching Orders
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| The New Pornographers |
