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Monday, July 12, 2004

Circa 1983 

Whenever I need to make a particularly poignant point, one with subtlety and grace, about war and death and such, my first natural
instinct is to quote...

80s pop band Huey Lewis and the News' Sports.


Walking On A Thin Line


Sometimes in my bed at night
I curse the dark and pray for the light
And sometimes the light's no consolation
Blinded by a memory
Afraid of what it might do to me
And the tears and the sweat only mock my desperation

Don't you know me, I'm the boy next door
The one you found so easy to ignore
Is that what I was fighting for?

Walking On A Thin Line
Straight off the front line
Labeled as freaks, loose on the streets of the city
Walking On A Thin Line
Angry all the time
Take a look at my face, see what it's doing to me

Taught me how to shoot to kill
A specialist with a deadly skill
A skill I needed to have to be a survivor
It's over now, or so they say
Well, sometimes, it don't turn out that way
Cause you're never the same when you've been under fire

Don't you know me, I'm the boy next door
The one you find so easy to ignore
Is that what I was fighting for?

Walking On A Thin Line
Straight off the front line
Labeled as freaks loose on the streets of the city
Walking On A Thin Line
Angry all the time
Take a look at my face, see what it's doing to me


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