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a new way of looking at... writings >> ross baker >> dark age |
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i hate war i hate peace time is old we are young trapped inside i'm full too full of lies from them them and you and i can't get free as i look from my window... windswept and continuous as me twice don't speak no more the truth came out in the end... don't hide it walk lonely half poverty mass hysteria you get pulled in don't be too picky you haven't got a chance but you keep thinking that way leave it and go back to where you came from again |