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11 noiembrie 2010

Roads to... nowhere?

     From that moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.

Storm, In the morning light,
I feel, No more can I say,
Frozen to myself.

I got nobody on my side,
And surely that ain't right,
Surely that ain't right.

Oh, can't anybody see,
We've got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.

From that moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.

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