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The Solid Truth
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By Frank Peter Hermsen
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A flag in the summer-wind
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Stones in the air, blood on the ground
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A smile in the TV-Show
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Hunger and penury all around
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Faces as clean as toys
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Promises far from truth
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Parades to show you
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How to play by the good old rules
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We hurt and kill this earth
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We believe in virgin birth
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We learn to hate
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We follow our fate
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We´re looking for the solid truth in that we can trust
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While we´re choking in the dirt and dieing in the dust
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More than illusions or a sharp dressed flag
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That treads us like shit and kills us like rats
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A voice in the night
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A radio-voice is talking ´bout terror
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You wake up
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To spend the all-day-defense-horror
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Keep your mouth shut
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Trying to save your identity
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You swim down the stream
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Just to become a part of superficiality
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We learn to give our lives
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We don´t know how to survive
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We cannot understand
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The acting of our hands
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We´re looking....
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The Solid Truth
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| Another Tale |
