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I hear it coming on the old ham radio
I need a little more time now
A little something for the long walk in the snow
A long way to the next town
Freezer burn my skin in acid rain
Digging through the fallout
A step in any direction looks the same, just white outs and black clouds
Boys, we're under attack
Steady at your guns now
Send a rocket back
Don't let 'em cross town
The word came in from brass,
Gotta hold the line back
Hold your stations now,
Ready for the counterattack
I see 'em coming on the nightly TV show
Red alert on standby
They're in our church, they're in our work, they're in our homes,
Just trying to slip by
But you can spot 'em by the way they love the cold
Cracked skin and dry eyes
They're always listening to that goddamn radio
They keep falling for the big lie
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Conflict of prior obligations,
I was waiting and I was past all of the vibrations.
It was casual coasting,
that cautiously crept to cryptic and out of control; couldn't see.
it's a bummer, but it's common.
it's the standard to endure.
Sometimes, I find myself back in through different doors.
The last thing, to you, that I almost ever said:
"It's more important right now."
At the time, yeah, I guess.
I guess it was the usual suspects.
I guess, probably, maybe, I guess.
I guess it was the usual suspects again.
I led an improbable underdog scenario
down the hall of a 3 bed, 2 bath; to the sink.
To say "It was worth putting my body through,
no matter how bad it felt the next day."
It was something I imagined that I couldn't imagine.
Now it's us at the desk out of breath.
I'll break character if it'll change you.
If it applies here; if it'll help.
Bummer that-
It was the usual suspects.
I guess, probably, maybe, I guess.
I guess it was the usual suspects again.
I thought there was someplace where they made what I needed.
I thought that, by now, I'd have more than an unsure guess
that it was the usual suspects, again.
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