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The other night, a firefight
bursts of sewing machine gun fire
From your postition
Barricaded behind the piano
I return with small arms
Stuttered shots from typewriter keys
And yet in the silence
Between the volley
The hearts of weary camps
Sing to each other:
"However faintly
As we each seek to claim
Disputed territory"
The us beneath the other (x4)
The us beneath the other
Which is rich
In natural resources (x3)
