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Subj : Roads
To   : All
From : Angus Mcleod
Date : Sat May 28 2005 10:47 am

   Oh,
   can't anybody see,
   we've got a war to fight?
   Never found our way,
   regardless
   of what they say.
   How can it feel
   this wrong?
   From this moment,
   how can it feel
   this wrong?

   Storm,
   in the morning light,
   I feel.
   No more
   can I say,
   frozen
   to myself.

   I got nobody on my side and surely that ain't right.
   Surely that ain't right.

   Oh,
   can't anybody see?
   We've got a war to fight!
   Never found our way,
   regardless
   of what they say.
   How can it feel
   this wrong?
   From this moment,
   How can it feel
   this wrong?

   How can it feel
   this wrong?
   From this moment,
   How can it feel
   this wrong?

   Oh!
   Can't anybody see?
   We've got a war to fight!
   Never found our way,
   regardless
   of what they say.

   How can it feel
   this wrong?
   From this moment,
   How can it feel
   this wrong?

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