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A tribute to the 96 liverpool fc fans who never returned from Hillsborough. It'stime for Justice YNWA
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A heart that seems cold and impermeable as steel,A shattered soul-Damned for eternity.Nothing is real. (...)Black,black,blackThose clothes' only color..
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My mind, like a russian roulette it spinsFast, faster..you can't catch more than a glimpse,The thoughts are too fickle.Shifting shadows on the wallTho..
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He's walking through the Night's empty streets,The only sound is produced by his own heartbeats.A raven, pitch-black flies above his head,He wonders i..
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Waves, crashing against those walls made of stone.Air, whispering Mother Nature's mysteries.Trees, standing tall and bright in groups, never alone.Fir..
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I'm sick of your game,come on show you're a man.And tell me face to face
about your evil plan.Enough of those lies,enough of those tricks,enough
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Oh bloody fate!Once again another child in pain.Once again another try from the parents to hide it,a try in vain.Oh bloody hate!Mother and Father..who..
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Head bent down,she's on her knees.Her soul's screaming for the final release.Tears of blood,running down her cheek.At school and even at home they cal..
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She's walking like an orphanWalking through the streets by nightLike a strangerHer hair's wafting in the wind,she's a gingerAn absurd look in her eyes..
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For my french teacher who taught me more than French, but also about life.
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