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On Both Sides Of The Fence

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I push my sunglasses up a bit,
the sun is burning bright today
I left my anti-Vietnam signs at home
but I didn’t leave you
Your hand is cold
but not for long, my boy

I look at her,
all dressed in leather
She is beautiful
and so is the weather
We haven’t slept in days
only a hit of acid to our names

Surrounded by “children”,
I have to be here
How I wish I was them
living without fear
But I have a family to feed
and a protest to stifle
I feel like the devil
carrying this rifle





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