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Bacardi

Nada Surf

When you walk home from the party 
Drunk on bacardi and listening 
To the voices that lie to you nightly, 
Make you frightened of everyone, 
Make you sorry for something. 
You go home and spend your life alone with the stereo, 
Watching the late show; or force yourself 
Out in the night to meet your generation. 
You feel like claymation in fluorescent light. 
On our knees, we made it hard to see, 
We made it hard to breathe and the air was thin.

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