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there was a high pressure low developing off the coast of africa ,
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uplift in the atmosphere pushed waves
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across the ocean towards antilles and bon air .
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i paced in agitation .
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i drew the curtains closed .

i turned the air conditioner on .
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i pressed a warm wash cloth to my face .
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somewhere out there a hurricane was coming .

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there’s just no future left for us to dream of ,
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living in an era of instability .
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so caught up in the culture of their rivals ,
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fear breeds in honest men .
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it’s a high pressure low .
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it’s a high pressure low .

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7 missiles flying over the sea of japan .
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tales of feral children sleeping in wolf dens .
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and the pious preacher commands .
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i hold my breath in anticipation .
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into the shelter of the jungle noble savages run .
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vestal virgins triumph over life long inhibitions .
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and i wonder , what is real? what is fiction?

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there’s just no future left for us to dream of ,
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living in an era of instability .
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so caught up in the culture of their rivals ,
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fear breeds in honest men .
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it’s a high pressure low .
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it’s a high pressure low .

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would anyone forgive robert mcnamara?
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in retrospect he had to admit;
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there was mistake in going to war without first asking all the questions .
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yes , robert strange mcnamara ,
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there are those who just cannot forget .
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and i wonder , have i lost my own compassion?

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there’s just no future left for us to dream of ,
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living in an era of instability .
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so caught up in the culture of their rivals ,
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fear breeds in honest men .
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it’s a high pressure low .
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it’s a high pressure low .
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it’s a high pressure low .
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it’s a high pressure low .

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