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Rasina

Old broken walls, chipped, tattered floors call me back
Smiles, laughs and glasses, tears, fears, it all passes time goes too quick

And into the night we sit and talk about memories of better days
As we drink a silent toast to our old friends gone and past

To burn or to be, that is the question
will we ever find a way out of here?
killing ourselves is our addiction
Can we live a day without fear?

 

 

 

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