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These Bunk Beds

from We Were Coalmine Canaries by notforme!

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blanket pulled up to the chin
while the white room slowly spins
in the whirlwind of the yesterday’s news
people phoning in

I came here to visit you
no, i'm not done yet, I refuse
to give up and check in
still you try to tell me what to do

And what if I don't
Wanna be another
Cog in the machine
A transistor out of order
A file on a desk
Or cannon fodder?

Go on, tell me how to live
A decent man, a modest thief
Like those sons and daughters
Dippin' their toes in the holy water

A politologist, a saint
There's always someone else to blame
Pass the torch! A motto:
"Do what you must and follow orders!"

And what if I don't
Wanna be another
Cog in the machine
A transistor weirdly soldered
A file on a desk
Or cannon fodder?

can't you see we both have sinned these bunk beds wait for who comes next
we used to spit out words like "love" and "friendship" taken out of context
you and me the kindred spirits just hope to cope with all this violence
take my hand I'll get us out just don't forget to...
to practice kindness...

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from We Were Coalmine Canaries, released August 27, 2016

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