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The same like freezing wind on fireAfter all the sense is cold
Every red brain is a liar
What the fuck is next to go?
Fairy tales we heard before
Can anyone just say no?
Don't know the word Ignore
Or then it's the way of the road
Home, they don't seem to leave
They come back Home
My memory is not so short
And history is not so fast
I am sorry for all the simple minds
But stick your red shit to your ass
Home, they don't seem to leave
They come back Home