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2004-10-29 - 2:22 p.m.

More Chills...

I wear my leather jacket like a great big hug
Radiating charm � a living cloak of luck
It�s the only concrete link with an absent friend
It�s a symbol I can wear �til we meet again

Or it�s a weight around my neck while the owner�s free
Both protector and reminder of mortality
It�s a curse � I cannot shirk responsibilities
From the teacher to the pupil � it�s a gift to me

So I love my leather jacket and I wear it all the time...

� Soft Bomb 1984, from Kaleidoscope World Flying Nun 1986

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