Why does sleep, slap me in the face.
So I sing this to the world.
Diamonds are just possessions.
And do not mean nothing in this world.
Or the human race.
The futre is the kids.
Tell me I am wrong.
But those kids will take over some days.
And are the future.
Apr 8, 2012
Apr 8, 2012 at 6:34 PM UTC
Why does sleep, slap me in the face.
So I sing this to the world.
Diamonds are just possessions.
And do not mean nothing in this world.
Or the human race.
The futre is the kids.
Tell me I am wrong.
But those kids will take over some days.
And are the future.
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