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Mar 2015
It's okay
if things don't go my way
some days
they always have their own way

But why is the way to hell
a highway, a highway...
and the only way to heaven
is the stairs?

I really thought
though the way was tough
that there's a place
we could go

In the end
put out fire
let's move on
to nowhere.
Jan Harak
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Jan Harak  Czech Republic
(Czech Republic)   
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