Driving this clunker bus down the dusty road to Damascus used since the beginning of recorded history, her words echo in my ear: "You can't say anything about anything if you want anything to happen."
Why is that??
A thousand birds descend upon the road's travelers, sick of our violating presence on the earth. As an evil marauder myself, I suddenly realize if everyone starts standing up for themselves, we're finished.
What silly games we play, conning me, conning you, hiding in morning mist.
Why is that??
A thousand birds descend upon the road's travelers, sick of our violating presence on the earth. As an evil marauder myself, I suddenly realize if everyone starts standing up for themselves, we're finished.
What silly games we play, conning me, conning you, hiding in morning mist.
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