Tell it me,sell it me
I hear the echoes of echoes as kids fall in ghettos
and you want to say to me, no way can it be that we, see those kids as the end of humanity,when all kids are free the echoes will be
silenced.
Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 9:53 AM UTC
Tell it me,sell it me
I hear the echoes of echoes as kids fall in ghettos
and you want to say to me, no way can it be that we, see those kids as the end of humanity,when all kids are free the echoes will be
silenced.
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