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We've been kissed
On the arms of our enemy.
Our anonymity stifles - making it hard to breathe
But we whisper softly.
"To the death we March."
Come Spring,
While Frank Sinatra sings Stormy Weather
The Lions and The Spiders get along together
Amongst These Wayward Constellations
There's A Softly Humming Radio Station.
We've been kissed
On the arms of our enemy.
Our anonymity stifles - making it hard to breathe
But we whisper softly.
"To the death we March."
Come Spring,
While Frank Sinatra sings Stormy Weather
The Lions and The Spiders get along together
Amongst These Wayward Constellations
There's A Softly Humming Radio Station.
was listening to the band Cake and i kinda copped a line and a bit..
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