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Modern painters can't decide why every time she smiles it's just a dream of a world inside... There's a world inside... There's a drunkard picking fights with the bride on what we thought would be a new, new day... You could always stay in tonight, and see if what the walls have been whispering is right... I mean, that shit is right up your alley, isn't it?... A girl in every port, but the world still makes sport of you, saying - "Go find a reason... Call it Helicopter Season... Now, repeat after me - Is it for This I have hunted?" Field and Stream: our second favorite magazine about new ways of living... Modern painters can't decide... (don't cry) From Letras Mania