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You're walking here
you're walking there
You're in my heart
you're in my head
You're walking here
you're walking there
The lonely road is behind me now.

Wherever we go
whatever we know
We’re still like birds
Blood on the hands
Blood on the birds .

The assonance of both my souls
They get to die
Then get old .

A tiny step is worse than a lie.
do what you need
do what you want .

Yeeeeees, we ain’t clear
We ain’t white
We’re all black
We’re too right
Yes, you’ll wear some
Fucking dress
And you’ll be a person in another way.

I’m a prisoner of my pain
I’m a whisper of your death.

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