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May 2019
There's something in the wind
I can feel it blowing in
It's coming in softly
On the wings of a song
There's something in the water
I can taste it turning sour
It's bitter, I'm coughing
But now it's in my blood.
Written by
Anfal  F/kuwait City
(F/kuwait City)   
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