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Remember way Way back when I say When we kept a victory garden Our clothes were hanging from the line Warm summer days Hot august nights Our fruit was dangling from the vine Dangling from the vine Now consume the pain away In this post-fact modern age Where rage is all the rage Chickens roost at the door My Sunday Parade insists To find if I'm a fascist Complete this here checklist Our fruit is rotten on the vine Remember way Way back when I say When we kept a victory garden Our clothes were hanging on the line Warm summer days Hot august nights Our fruit was dangling from the vine Dangling from the vine From Letras Mania