I love it when the doesn't blow too fast.
I hate it. When the wind rushes at a haste.
When the wind winds out of control,
The dots under its hand are knocked around.
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In crowded rooms, of the East
Women lie awake.
Beaten and beaten, death from the stake.
So their voices we cannot hear,
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That's the third thud tonight
We're not moved by it
This water induced bout
Makes for beautiful child tears.
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A man galloped to the gallows
Happy in foot
You drink every night
But i must fight.
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Arbeit Macht Frei
We're coming alive
We're in the air.
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