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I take a walk outside I'm surrounded by some kids at play I can feel their laughter, So why do I sear? and twisted thoughts that spin round my head I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning How quick the sun can, drop away And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass Of what was everything All the pictures have all been washed in black, Tattooed everything...
Annons