I don't love you for your graveyard eyesI don't love
Ah I remember the timeBanging and shoutingLike a kid gone
The black & white racial disharmonyIs just a cover storyConducted
We're used, abusedKiss your pretty feet at every commandUsed, misusedTalk
Just first moment he knewThere was something wrongWas when his
-----------------------It's only being given time to think that creates boredomI
BACKSTREET BOYS (Patrik Fitzgerald 1979)----------------------------------------
I tell you I'm happyBut it isn't soStaring at the
I created my own worldIn my headI thought that was
She wanted to be a mother -The final touch -Towards
Dear mother. Dear father.Can you answer some questionsThey're stealing my
Occupy your quiet corner,as everybody does,who does not wishto raise
In the factory of winesHe organised the systemStealing bottles out
You've been taken for the fools you areThere's no more
Small wooden building,on a road in the middle of nowhere;trees
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