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Come out tonight

Get out of sight

forge all the menace

escape alive


I was talking about the time

when people lived on roadside shacks

when politics was a distant dream

and we all were young


There was a time when the sky was clear

and we could breathe god’s fresh air

no chains or boundaries seemed

to bind us to our mortal fear


We have been chased through all this day

by the hounds of authority

running out and running in

through the maze of this wicked dream


We can. . . . .. .

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