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| | | | | | | Lyrics : | He lives alone with his hate
The only thing he can take
Shake the blood inside of him
He don’t know what live’s mean
He can drink only the tears
And he can heat himself fears
Fights the world night and day
He don’t needs the fucking pray
Broken windows
On It’s hope again
Rolls and rolls the dice of fate
Falls and falls only in a mistake
Madness...Frenesy...
Whatch the others through this things
Innocence of a short dark life
Everything can burns his mind
Now he can die alone
Little children of a black world
Broken windows
On It’s hope again
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