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  1. We grew up right here, playing
    On Tombstone’s empty mainstreet,
    Ducking along Deathstar corridors.

    Violence will get you nowhere
    This time, chum. Says
    The hero of the matinee.

    Or something close to it.
    But still the shooting starts,
    Old-time pistols and space lasers.

    And now I find it hard to watch,
    To stand, to breathe, to stomach
    The popcorn any longer.


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