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Returning
to the Fetal Position
(Nutra Stick Productions, 1999)
Civil
War
So you can feel it in the blowtorch
And feel it in your mind
That nothing's ever sacred
And nothing's left behind
So you keep trying to write a paper about the Civil War
But you want to write a paper that ain't been writ before
So you keep speaking out of yourself
And staring in the mist
But nothing's ever sacred
And nothing comes of it
So you're still trying to get out of things, you don't know what to do
And on close examination the cause of it is you
So you keep on lying to yourself
And trying to forget
That nothing's ever sacred
And why you're so upset
So you finished writing your paper about the Civil War
But you did not write a paper that h'ain't been writ before
So you've again spoke out of yourself
Staring into the mist
Since nothing's ever sacred
And nothing came of it
So I will still be 'round here next week, I guess forever more
Because nothing's ever finished, not even civil war
words and music © 1999 Jeremy Mathews
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