Blunderfuls (The)
Explosions, Implosions, and Everything In Between
I'm having visions of police carsWhile the master awaits behind the doorI'm waiting for his guidance, but all he does is leaveHe visits my father one afternoonHe brings a vision of my dying brotherOn his final day, our final day, my final dayOur hearts explode, explode, explode, explode,explode, explode, explode, explodeOur minds implode, implode, implode, implode, implode, implode, implode, implode
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