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Choke Up
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Saturday Night
The last great defender of the heart of Saturday night Burned out madly in the back seat of a black Cadillac How the thunder crashed
Our fathers' leather jackets A bit too big on our shoulders Slowly unstitch in the closet A dusty crypt of characters We've retired, starved and silenced Dead poets and pissed off kids Haunt the highways, plaintive clichés Longing for glory days that never came
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