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I have a little vial A little plastic vial I keep it in my pocket Deep down where no one sees it I’ve carried it for twenty Two and a half years and we Touch through the tall electric Fence wearing masks and blankets My father always told me To keep a glass of pepper So I could fight the night men So I could sleep forever If they found my hiding spot I’ll tell you where I keep it locked At night the code is 3-2-1 Be brave... Share it with our sons The crack of dawn and rifling We heard the sound of engines It was the wind perhaps the Living room floor collapsing Letras de canciones My father always told me To say a little prayer Before I lay my head down Before the men take over Eyes tight, one step, I stumble Into a night dressed navy I promised, and you promised I see our children waving 3... 2... 1... Be brave… From Letras Mania