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Feb 2015
You locked your doors
there is no more
I bash my head
against your walls
and still you would not listen

An awful screech
when I try to speak
there is no place
just an empty space
where your heart once was

So it all is over
you were drunk on love
and now you're sober
and I am dead in your eyes
why don't you even try?
Jan Harak
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Jan Harak  Czech Republic
(Czech Republic)   
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