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Jul 2014
Tell me what, oh what, it is you are fighting for?
I tore down your walls, and you closed the door.
You breathed and said the truth that you bled,
Tomorrow you're dead, and continues the war.

Oh what did you do?
Can you bring me to land?
I misunderstood. I wish that I could,
But I don’t understand,
No I don’t understand.

Now what, oh what, what are you here for?
If you’re losing right now, then you're lost for sure.
Gave up and fled, the thoughts in your head,
Love sickness instead, now disease is the cure.

You live what you get,
You choose what you do,
I forget the regrets,
I regret I met you.

Oh what did you do?
I misunderstood.
Can you bring me to land?
I wish that I could,
But I don’t understand.
No I don’t understand,
But neither do you.
Bryn Dawes
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Bryn Dawes  Essex
(Essex)   
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