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| There Ain't No Justice |
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*---------------------------Questions and Answers----------------------------*
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by The Fringe
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It's 11:28 pm.
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The temperature is 54 degrees farenheit.
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The radio is playing Niel Young's version of "All Along the
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Watchtower."
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The Parkway is clear.
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I'm on my way home.
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It's a good night to die.
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"THERE'S TOO MUCH CONFUSION, I CAN'T GET NO RELIEF.
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83 miles per hour.
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My foot hits the gas.
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She wasn't beautiful. No. She was still the greatest thing that ever
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happened to me. I love....loved....love her. The kindest woman you could
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ever hope to meet, she was. A volunteer at a children's hospital. A
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thinker, too. I could talk with her. About anything. Anything....
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philosophy, politics, music, dance.....love, us....the future. I used to
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lose myself just...staring...into those green eyes.
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93 miles per hour.
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The engine's whine almost drowns out the noise of the wind.
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a good job. relaxing. no stress. warehouse. stack the boxes. load the
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boxes. unload the truck. nine to five. monday thru friday. forty hours a
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week of back breaking work. no thinking required. it suited me.
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then came that monday when my boss called me in.
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103 miles per hour.
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This truck isn't built for this speed.
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It's feels as though it's about to fly apart.
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"NONE OF THEM ALONG THE LINE KNOW WHAT ANY OF IT IS WORTH."
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107 miles per hour.
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To hell with it.
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I've come to far to stop.
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"Do you love me?" she asked. "i don't think I could stop if I tried," I
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answered. I wish it hadn't been so. God, I wished. Only God knows that
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I have tried.
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108 miles per hour.
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Steering has no feel.
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Control is by will alone.
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Come on baby. Hold together.
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"You're kinda smart ta be workin' here, aincha Mal?"
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"i don't know about that, otis. i like it here."
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"Nahh. You are. I may never'a gone ta college like you, but I can tell."
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"otis, what..."
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"Don't worry, Mal. I like that. Hell, you're one 'a my best boys. A good
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worker. Only you think alot."
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"thanks, otis."
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"Don't thank me. It's da truth. A guy can Talk ta ya, ya know? And i need
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ta talk ta someone."
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Speedometer isn't registering.
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I'm still accelerating.
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"NO REASON TO GET EXCITED," THE THIEF HE KINDLY SPOKE,
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Faster.
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Smoke. Coming through the vents.
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I'm almost there.
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She always listened to the stereo when she took a bath. Claimed it relaxed
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her. Always the same tape, too. "Cosmic Thing." B-52's.
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It always annoyed me.
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It was one of the things I loved about her.
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I guess she slipped.
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Faster.
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Flames have spouted from the engine compartment.
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They lick around the edge of the hood.
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They begin to flow from the vent.
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We only had the one bathroom. As it turned out, I was right outside the
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door. I had been badgering her for ten minutes to let me in.
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She kept saying no. She loved to do that to me. When the music stopped, I
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figured she was on her way out. But she didn't come out. I called in to
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her, but there was no answer. After a few moments, I got worried. So I
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opened the door. When I saw the sparks, I knew.
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"THERE ARE MANY HERE AMONG US WHO FEEL THAT LIFE IS BUT A JOKE
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"about what, otis?"
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"You may 'a read it. We lost our contract wid da Air Force."
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"yeah. i heard."
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"I hate sayin' dis....." "what?"
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"Mal, I don't know how ta tell da boys....."
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"tell them what, otis?"
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"We're shutting down."
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Faster.
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Flames envelope the cab.
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I'm driving blind.
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The police who investigated ruled it an accident. "God's Will," they said.
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They were extremely nice. Most of them couldn't meet my eye. Sergeant Gates
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could. He offered to buy me a drink. Said he thought I could use one.
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BUT YOU AND I, WE'VE BEEN THROUGH THAT, AND THIS IS NOT OUR FATE,
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Faster.
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I am driving blind.
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Tha cabin has filled with smoke and flame.
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I think my eyes have been taken.
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My coat burns.
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"SO LET US NOT TALK FALSELY NOW, THE HOUR IS GETTING LATE."
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"I don't know what ta say, Mal."
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"nothing you can say."
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"I feel like it's my fault, ya know?"
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"calm down, otis."
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"Heh. Yeah, guess I should. Just one 'a dose things. God's will, I suppose."
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I'm coming for you, God. I want the answers. I want to know why.
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We've all borne your games long enough. I'm coming for you.
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Now you'll face me, and we will have the answers.
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ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER, PRINCES KEPT THE VIEW
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I never took that drink. Maybe I should have.
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OUTSIDE IN THE DISTANCE A WILDCAT DID GROWL,
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As I feel the impact, I notice....the radio is still playing....
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TWO RIDERS WERE APPROACHING,
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........still playing.....still......still.........
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THE WIND BEGAN TO HOWL.
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