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I talk world peace, I act war
Dis the violence, love the gore
Pack a gun and meditate
Preach true love and burn with hate
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The shoes I wanted you to fill
So big they're comic like a clown's
No way that you could wear them still
So you wear none, so you wear none
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Welcome scars as proof
Of lessons learnt and inner beauty
Forgiven sin and the calm of belief
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The smog confused the view this morn
Alarms sirened their daily chimes
And drowned the teacher's monotone
And tried to ward off petty crimes
I heard, my heart turning to lime
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איפה הבמה
הישנה?
הנוסטלגית. |
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