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...Dead bats and rats and a hat to cover the blood We all dream like whispers in the silence of despair Trying so hard pretending not to be hypocrites Laughing when everbody else is smiling So we could deny the pain and blame it for the rain We are people strangers gathering stones for a miracle But when the hunger strikes we feast on soil and remember that we all bleed...
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Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 8:18 AM UTC
Never Meant To Be
...Dead bats and rats and a hat to cover the blood We all dream like whispers in the silence of despair Trying so hard pretending not to be hypocrites Laughing when everbody else is smiling So we could deny the pain and blame it for the rain We are people strangers gathering stones for a miracle But when the hunger strikes we feast on soil and remember that we all bleed...
Mek 01.12.13
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Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 8:18 AM UTC
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