domenica 30 giugno 2013

I walk these streets with bloodied hands
Looking for the peace I've lost
Buried in the sand we live our lives
On front lines
We are all at war with time

It's what they say, I wouldn't have it any other way
After the war
Nobody comes back the same, when all is said and done
Even though I held no gun
After the war
Nobody feels the same

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