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wondered, what the fuck have they done to me. Made accomplice to all
that I promised I would never fucking be. You carry their anthem
convinced that its yours. Invitation to honour, invitation to war. Bette
Middler now assumes sainthood. Romanticize murder for morale. Tie a yellow
ribbon round the oak tree my friend and Gee Wally, thats swell.
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