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Nov 2016
Peace on earth
Once the bombs fall
We can't be wrong
You could never be wrong
And as the world draws to close
On its last spin
The bombs are smiling
Knowing we can't be right
Carry in your arms
Such preconcieved notions
As the money of nations
Becomes the dust
Once the bombs fall
Peace on earth

We always wanted a utopia
Torin
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Torin  charlotte NC
(charlotte NC)   
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     Glass, John Hawkins and The Ripper
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