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People diein' on the streets. ****** puddles at our feets. But we could be a family. We could be a whole. We could be together. But no one could be cold. If we could live on an island, no hate, no guns, no war. We'd look back and wonder, what was it all for? People diein' on the streets. ****** puddles at our feets. Gangs, tempts, nudes, exempts. We sit at desk, eating or eaten. we laughed at or laughing. beating or bleedin'. We know the truth, but call it cruel. The cruel one is we, the blind fool. People diein' on the streets ****** puddles at our feets. Who shot the most guns? Who then killed them all? Who didn't mind a casualty? Who could be responsible? "Not me!" we cry, "I'm a good soul." But even if we declined, can I be told where they go?
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May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
We could be (a family)
People diein' on the streets. ****** puddles at our feets. But we could be a family. We could be a whole. We could be together. But no one could be cold. If we could live on an island, no hate, no guns, no war. We'd look back and wonder, what was it all for? People diein' on the streets. ****** puddles at our feets. Gangs, tempts, nudes, exempts. We sit at desk, eating or eaten. we laughed at or laughing. beating or bleedin'. We know the truth, but call it cruel. The cruel one is we, the blind fool. People diein' on the streets ****** puddles at our feets. Who shot the most guns? Who then killed them all? Who didn't mind a casualty? Who could be responsible? "Not me!" we cry, "I'm a good soul." But even if we declined, can I be told where they go?
deanna
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May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
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