me and my army of songs, they always come to help me. they throw their lyrics in the faces of fools, they hold me tight when i am cold. when i am shaking at night between walls of wood smothering me, they whisper in my ear, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright. they would go to war with me on the battle line strumming their chords over the
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