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Friday ****** Friday They cried for you, asked forgiveness Noises sang, and woke people from their naps Noises those who belong to explosion people blinded by religion But if such existed there would be no poor people asking for pennies Paris, city of love For Friday only created silence and pain This silence that was off by sounds of machine guns Beirut, a city that bombs interrupted Baghdad, a city that god corrupted Traitorous religions.
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 4:34 PM UTC
Friday, ****** Friday
Friday ****** Friday They cried for you, asked forgiveness Noises sang, and woke people from their naps Noises those who belong to explosion people blinded by religion But if such existed there would be no poor people asking for pennies Paris, city of love For Friday only created silence and pain This silence that was off by sounds of machine guns Beirut, a city that bombs interrupted Baghdad, a city that god corrupted Traitorous religions.
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 4:34 PM UTC
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