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	The movie ran through me The glamour subdued me The tabloid untied me I'm empty please fill me Mister anchor assure me That Baghdad is burning Your voice it is so soothing That cunning mantra of killing I need you my witness To dress this up so bloodless To numb me and purge me now Of thoughts of blaming you Yes the car is our wheelchair My witness your coughing Oily silence mocks the legless boys Who travel now in coffins On the corner The jury's sleepless We found your weakness And it's right outside your door

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