We Were Patriots

Clear sky over Calcutta

A warm wind

Dvorak on the short wave

Clear signal coming in

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Long vowels spill like liquid from your mouth

I hang on every word you say

An army of transistor radios on the bookshelf

Left on all day

Let them play

Yeah, let them all play on and on and on

Let them all play longer and louder

And long after you're gone

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Clear sky sheltering our fragile little house

Listening to the radio all the time

Your hand on my forehead as though to check for a fever

Yeah, big plans in mind

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