Can you image that the soldiers are dying for the piece
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and shout for their mother at the battle field with a shotgun ?
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There come the people who say only the importance of this world.
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who's gonna pay for the piece and death on the ground and ground ?
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Where I'm behind the two face, where is myself ?
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Where I'm behind the two face, where is myself ?
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it's the only sadest words that can tell all of the problem.
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I like the poems so mush, what Pushikin wrote for his life.
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it's deeply sad to know that I must be changing.
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Where is my real face ?
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But I can't Find it anywhere.
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Where I'm behind the two face, where is myself ?
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Where I'm behind the two face, where is myself ?
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Shout at all, no one can hear you.
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Shout at all, know yourself tougt.
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Shout at all, search in yourself, search in your mind.
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Behind my smiling is what you can't really face, not this shadows mean ?
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We can't hear the truth in the state of chaos.
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Devotion of something is what you can't really face, not this written words.
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Where I'm behind the two face, where is myself ?
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Where I'm behind the two face, where is myself ?
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Where am I?
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| Sahara |
