My generation wants everything now and no longer wants to fight for it
remember as a child was playing with the soldiers and I still could only laugh
And the twisted soul that flies away from the lights dim and ink chains scattered nonsense
remember as a child was playing with the soldiers and I still could only laugh
And the twisted soul that flies away from the lights dim and ink chains scattered nonsense
A drawing on the wall of the Berlin Wall, a drawing on the wall of the Berlin Wall
A suicide angel consequence of that is having a terrible time
uncontrollable fear of the judgments of others
leave home at eighteen without money or projects except those that are not suitable
appeals to historians.
Give me a brush to paint the canvas of your river, you please choose the color! You
please choose the color and give a direction
Why are rainbows in black and white And he
desolate spaces, in his haste left unattended, and I see in the mirror caresses
I gave you, and I recognize that I've denied those
A drawing on the wall of the Berlin Wall, a drawing on the wall of the Berlin Wall, and an angel
suicide
consequence of that time and have a terrible fear of uncontrollable feelings of others
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