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Hungry Klezmorim - The Blasting Company
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Hungry Klezmorim The Blasting Company

Hungry Klezmorim - The Blasting Company
We took a car, we took a train
And every little bit
O every little bit
Was both the same

The streets were gravelly and cracked
The sun spread blisters on our backs
My brother warned me:
"Next town up, I think it's full of savages!"

We used our thumbs and traded names
And all the faces then
Or at least most of them
They seemed the same

We woke up to the sun when it had gotten unavoidable
Our empty satchels silent and our stomachs crumbling

And oh how we can't win
We'll pull through I'm sure

We saw the roof tops on a slope
No sign of power lines
We ran through dandelions
And our feet smoked
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