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As the sister is the moon the brother as the sun, Playing russian roulette -with a loaded gun Life's the game you cannot win The days are lost the deed is done | ||||||||||||||
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The missing bricks shows the age- of the old brick wall, moss along the cracked -pavement- of where it stands, the drunk old tramp shows- disrepect as he beats his head- against time, changing view- he falls, his blood shows- grafitti -on history- | ||||||||||||||
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watching the hours go by on your golden watch The glare brings tears too your eyes- and cries to your ears- noticed by few ignored by many Laughing doesn't come -easy anymore. If to drown- just keep your tears. | ||||||||||||||
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