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Cyclone of Lupadon

By Bruce Clifford

It really doesn't matter what they might say
All I hear are false promises getting in the way
Paying at the pump seems like drinking fine wine
And the cyclone of Lupadon is reaching us just fine

Take us for granted and bring us to hide
In the hole of darkness in this purity outside
Mixing the messages and making things clear
As the cyclone of Lupadon is drawing us near
Just what you wanted to hear

The cyclone of Lupadon is all we have
We gave all we could
We took all that was left

Does it really matter what the government said
Is it really over. Are we the living dead
Holding the image of darkness as if there were plenty left to give
As the cyclone of Lupadon says live and let live
Can we begin to forgive

The cyclone of Lupadon is all we have
We gave all we could
We took all that was left

The cyclone of Lupadon and the twilight of space
We stood in our place
They stepped on our face

Is it really over
Is it really done
The message between us
We have only just begun

5/12/08 Bruce Clifford


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