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Dearly Departed General
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Got a letter from our general declaring war
Waged with plastic sword toothpicks from the dollar store
In a walled out hideout in the Bering sea
Drifting aimlessly hopeless with salt in our hangnails
Turn the radio to four
I don’t need it anymore
Watched eons go by on a computer screen
And the DVDs packed up in VHS cases
Mean something to someone that’s no one at all
Like Mulder and Scully and all of their Martians
Turn the radio to four
I don’t need anymore
But I can’t be slow to conscious
All the times and they’re won
No I can’t be one too slow to conscious
All the times
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