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- Take Commander

 

You were a rhinestone installation,
hung up in a warehouse town.
I was a latebreaking back alley mistake,
howling at the moon.
Night after night.
When you came around,
you made the cannibals croon.
Subway connections, a satelite hipbone.
You claimed all the devil's moves.
If all these little invasions could be bought and sold. If all our dreams were worth our weight in gold,
you could string me up to the gallows pole you could throw my body to the crying wolves,
howling at the moon.

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