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if you and i were like a game of little leaguewe'd line up afterwards to say good gamebut that assumes that everyone would play fairor that the rules we use will be the samei think we know thats not what will happenyou threw too close when i was up to bator i'd be sitting down in right field with my glove offcollecting dandelions in my hatoohohi'm not cut out for the major leagueoohohi'm not cut out for the major leagueif you and i were soldiers in the battlefieldwe'd miss each chance to understandand screaming at each otherforeign tongues and waving gunswhen all you'd want was to throw up your handsand if i had you on the ground to make you surrender all your roundsyoud be so fast as to complybut in my fear and in my hasteyour willingness i would mistake as you quickly reach in for your knifeoohohi'd pepper bullets across your spinei'd pepper bullets across your spine From Letras Mania