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"Behind Closed Doors" Chairs thrown and tables toppled, Hands armed with broken bottles, Standing no chance to win but, We're not running, we're not running. There's a point I think we're missing, It's in the air we raise our fists in, In the smiles we cast each other, My sister, my brother. About the time we gave up hoping We'd ever find these locks still open, Stumbling on stones unturned, The hurt we feel, we all have earned. The lines we cross in search of change, but all they see is treason. Although we have no obligation to stay alive On broken backs we beg for mercy, we will survive (Break out) I won't be left here Behind closed doors.
Annons
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Anonymous
Fri 4 Jan 2008 10:03
så jäva bra! ;D
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