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Southern Air

from Givers Takers by Capital

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You found that happy place a private war against frustration. Yet, you say you want peace. Lock and load your thoughts, pull the trigger and explain, while armed right to the teeth. They said that you would end up doing time for the way you acted as a child. So void, yet so unconstrained. The testing never told the truth on what we knew. Oh well, said the administration as they wrote you off and they sent you home. That's life, guilty by association. That's when it ended for you. Pushing on, you roam the streets at nightfall. Too scared, too worried to head for home. Riding alone down the borderline, one foot in our town, the other worn to the bone. Gave you a ticket and a ride to the plane, they thought the southern air would straighten you up and out. I said goodbye as I waved to the car, that was the very last time I saw my friend, and I had to shout! I'd love to see you when you get back. Summer vacation's just a couple of months away. You never came back, you died on the vine. A changed kid in the sun, let's hope he stays that way. Pushing on, you roam the streets at nightfall.

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from Givers Takers, released January 3, 2011

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