It was the spirit of an age
An unforgiving time
The start
The cops were arresting the people in style and
The cripples
You’re my armor
You’re my honor
You’re my karma
You’re my ardor
You’r
Some days I like to sit and count the ways
I
Thinking back
Thinking back
We track our trail
Winding
That time
Luminous
Atmo
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