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B.E.B.

B.E.B.

Germany

October 11, 2008

there's always someone to blame

and things you cannot delay

and words you want to erase

and someone to win the race

but it doesn't matter because

there's always a line to cross

to write, to sniff, to draw

and somewhere there's always a war

and someone is always wrong

even if everyone's right

you know what i'm talking about?

there's always someone to mate

there's always someone to hate

to mangle and to adore

and someone to kill for

yourself or someone else

that's the decision, i guess

 

but now when you're on your back

but now when you're on your knees

there's no one there to break

there's no one there to please

there's no one there to hold

and no one there to hit

and you feel so fucking cold

a weird feeling, indeed 

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