The movie ran through meThe Glamour subdue meThe tabloid untie meIm empty please fill meMister anchor assure meThat Baghdad is burningYour voice it is so soothingThat cunning mantra of killingI need you my witnessTo dress this up so bloodlessTo numb me and purge me nowOf thoughts of blaming youYes the car is our wheelchairMy witness your coughingOily silence mocks the leglessBoys who travel now
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