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Pet Politics - Silver Jews
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Pet Politics Silver Jews

Pet Politics - Silver Jews
Guard my bed
While the rain turns the ditches to mirrors
Buy a vase of carnations from central Ohio
Where the looking machine can't hear us

Deep in the night, we dream of positions
There's a line for the phone in the hall
And in the cold places where Spanish is spoken
Most wars end in the fall

You never know
When your pet will go
Pet politics
Pet politics
Pet politics
Pet politics

Still wearin' last night's mascara
Now that her pet was gone for sure
She was shiverin' so hard
It looked like there were two of her

I could see through the sleeve on her blouse
The plans of her architect lover
A tattoo of a boarded-up house
And ink door that belonged to another
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