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Comments about Antonio Cavaluzzo
Hair longer then straight spagetti in a box
Headband pressing down on your locks
Pants all frayed with bottoms like a bell
A better future wishing into a wishing well
Music electric rock by name it is now called
Guitars twanging and its not from Alberts Hall
Drums drumming to drownd the sounds of war
In a place unknow to us on another shore
Just kids hop scotching and catching balls
We felt so safe inside our American walls
Abroad there was a conflict another story
So confused for it barren hopes of glory
What was will no longer be my friend ...