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Home Drone

The pendulum's broken
and its ruins acquire
Unreasonable thoughts of
diving the mire

Always on fire
Drive in the cabin of Rabin

The T-shirt's wet
There is nothing to fear
Your heart's full of love
It's the end of the year

Always on fire
Freddie, the bridges are ready

Hell no, inferno
Fuck you, out there
Home again
You know you can

The newspaper's soaked
with smoke of despair
This song has to fly
It will end the affair

Always on fire
Smiling, relying, high in

Hell no, inferno
Yell 'no', you know
Home drone
You're on your own


[By Elyasaf Kowner]


       
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