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When They Come
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So possessive, they become collective.
Though the collected tremble, you can see in the dim light that burns in their eyes the feeling is passive.
It's a long drive to where they're going.
And better keep up, because they slaughter the dead weight.
So possessive, they become collective.
Though the collected tremble, you can see in the dim light that burns in their eyes the feeling is passive.
It's a long drive to where they're going.
And better keep up, because they slaughter the dead weight.
Published 7th Jan 2013
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