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my memories came from the back of a bus altered people floating through my home my home my home begging for more, spouting hate spoting hate about LBJ and oh yes they were going to change change the world and you can be organic all you please and you can wax nostalgia for what those before you had my memories came from a room of strange smoke and being left alone alone a lone a saline sister to keep there was nothing ever there to eat waited for the vendor to make her rounds her rounds, her rounds and you can be organic all you please Letras de cancionesand you can put a flower in a gun but it won't change a thing organic organic organic don't want to be organic From Letras Mania