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Island of the Dead Soldier

from Black Camaricans by Black Camaro

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Feel the breeze
doin deliveries
burning right through the day

We go back and forth
On this pitch fork
Where else can we play

They say the Earth is just a chunk of dirt
And the sun and moon are circles in the sky

And every man is like a garbage can
He just fills himself with trash until he dies

The scientist said all of this
stuff that’s around us
It is made of
Subatomic, elemental
On the tip on the tip of a pencil
On the tip of a pencil, on the tip of a pencil
On the tip of a pencil, soft and gentle

He said I’ve come here to perform a test
To prove what I’m sayin'
Oh I gotta prove what I’m sayin'
If I can’t then there is no equation
No relation
No solution; it’s just an illusion
We are stuck in confusion
We are lost and confused
And that’s the truth Ruth

A magic man from Pakistan
appeared in the shadows
he just appeared in the shadows
Like the ghost of the gallows
He said we are here to provide the Earth
a reason to crumble
she needs a reason to move on
she’s been doin' this too long

I knew I couldn’t stay
I saw a vision when I crossed that bridge
There were fifty thousand ways to be alone
They say I lost my grip when I took that trip
But I lost it on the day that I was born

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from Black Camaricans, released July 4, 2012

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