A lonely teenage daydream
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Of things that I might have been
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A surreal kind of thinking
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Keeps drifting in on me
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The Remington Electric
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I'm banging on its keys
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The words appear before me
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Their meaning's guaranteed
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A foreboding gloom upon us
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Of death ribbons and bows
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A gift to our generation from
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the men who have gone before
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My twisted body is lifeless
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Not so their twisted minds
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Peace through power is their motto
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Power through peace is their crime
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A sadistic smile spreads across my face
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Amid my mournful wail
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For although they killed a world
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Their fate was also sealed
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Peace Thru Power
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T.S.O.L. (TSOL) |