Back to back we stand opposed
We both wait for the clock to strike 12
Our hands are clenched
Our muscles are tense
We know this conflict will not be resolved
We both know how this will end
We do not stand in a dusty street
A tumbleweed does not roll between us
The children have been in bed for an hour
The door is closed all is quiet
The clock strikes 12
Ding ding ding ding ding ding
Ding ding ding ding ding ding
We rustle the covers
Not a word is said
We close our eyes and go to sleep
The old west had the right idea
It would be no less hateful
To just shoot each other in the street.
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