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This song never developed beyond the quick, acoustic demo I recorded in my east village apartment. So here's the demo with some reverb recently added for dramatic effect.

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All in all, we're pinched for the kill
Waiting in a coalmine
My friends are enemies, working for the state
They close in for the kill

And it all leads us back where
it fills us with a millionaire

All of you kids who recognize
the stars are on the ground
Take that piece and fill it with lead
Don't leave without a sound

For we'll all go down quiet in time
And it takes all the kids back home

We're all pinched for the kill
Waiting in a coalmine

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James Botha Brooklyn, New York

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