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At war with myself
the militia are at it again
marching up and down like ants on acid
all over me
it's probably another you
incognito - not letting me forget
what we had in our bubble of defence
shunning everyone
we only needed one another
to feel the empathy crawling
like the spectre of a dead baby.
marching up and down like ants on acid
all over me
it's probably another you
incognito - not letting me forget
what we had in our bubble of defence
shunning everyone
we only needed one another
to feel the empathy crawling
like the spectre of a dead baby.
Published 26th Aug 2009
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