It was a slow day and the sun was beating on the soldiers by the side of the road. There was a bright light, the shattering of shop windows; the bomb in the baby carriage was wired through the radio. These are the days of miracle and wonder, this is a long distance call. The way the camera follows us in slow mo, the way we look to a song, oh yeah,
The way we look to a distant constellation that's dying in a corner of the sky, these are the days of miracle and wonder and don't cry my baby don't cry.
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The world is full of retards... but you? You make even THEM look intelligent
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