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Urban Bohemian : http://youtu.be/IM96Ch9Gx4A Join Date: Nov 2009
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And we stand anyway....... |....CORREVEIDILE :: Run, Go Tell Him Land of oblivion, impossible roulette time still puts out the fire who wants to look themselves in the eyes now who wants to discover the stars now On the clock the hours fold their wings the women go dressed in sorrow a mourning look in their eyes screams at the world come, peace and stop, wars. Run, go tell him, run, go tell him Run, go tell him, that I have the weapon Run, go tell him, run, go tell him Run, go tell him, that I buried the weapon Mad hope watches over every corner troops of grief attacking the giant that bombards beloved places and by the moment vanishes the light How absorbed the women weave with black thread and lace adornments a tapestry of a boy laughing innocent among grenades and rivers of blood Run, go tell him, run, go tell him Run, go tell him, that I have the weapon Run, go tell him, run, go tell him Run, go tell him, that I buried the weapon Life’s short, autumns go by, says the jailer more lost children, patience used up and dashed desires that this story could have a different ending and that this time other lights would remain burning unripe flights, flags that refuse to fly disobedient, brazen, standing up to the fatherland and the general himself they’re not alone, history is with their truth it’s not worth it, it’s not worth anything Run, go tell him, run, go tell him Run, go tell him, that I have the weapon Run, go tell him, run, go tell him Run, go tell him, that I buried the weapon Wounded breast, slaves to selflessness and love harvesting hopes... always free
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