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 Dec 2015 Ariel Baptista
Matt
The Banks
Won't let you
Get your money
Too Bad it's all gone

Middle class destroyed
So I write this sad song

Many people have left
The country
Or are buried
Underground

When the atom bombs
Strike the earth
Listen for the sound
Goosebumps rose as if in a little rebellion of sorts,
Our hands desperate to counter the state of unrest,
Exploring the human contour that lay before them,
For places where we could hide,
Or unhide.

Curling up, exchanging the warmth of our souls
Through our skin,
We took turns to savour, and be each other's saviour
Forging shields through our embraces,
As we lay in bed looking at each other's faces.

Our bodies decided to ally
Against the ever so conspiring chill
And even as the temperatures outside kept dropping,
The passion inside knew only one way to go - rise, rise, rise.
Remember when the earth was flat,
and Santa Claus was real?
when you were young and innocent,
before you learned to steal?

When ghouls walked down the street,
one cold October night,
and bats were known to **** your blood,
in one big, scary bite?

When the fairy took your tooth,
left a coin right in your bed;
underneath your pillow,
right beside your head?

When you found bright colored eggs,
hidden by the Easter Bunny;
who really was your Uncle Ben,
you thought that pretty funny.

They warped your little mind,
by imaginary things;
today you know reality,
and what tomorrow brings.

No Santa Claus, no ghouls,
no bloodsucking bats, no bunny;
life's a struggle to survive,
and that's not very funny.
.



I BELEVE

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The mountain men

The holy song

I BELIEVE

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We gettin gunned down in the streets

Playin games




Movin on

I BELIEVE

you must be waiting for me

)(


life is     pure magic

TERROR HAS ITS OWN SONG

Home

It's here too

I BELIEVE IN YOU

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They are gunning us down on the street

we stand together on the street

LOVE

we know what love is now

WE STAND TOGETHER ON THE STREET



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