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Taking Me Back

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I don't care if it turns me black 
Or either makes me happy 
I light my candles sparing on my knees 
Hoping the answers for my empty dreams 

In that loneliness hall of fame
I won't have a sit
Too much expensive and I won't pay for this
Corrupted and undying thing

Wandering by the streets of lust
I see they laughing at their dusky 
I hide my eyes and lower my head 
so that my reality I begin to dare 

Confined in your own trees 
Of desperation and depredation 
The machines of money have already started to scream
Bleeding all the things I used to believe

And All I swear,
is to become anywhere
to behave everywhere
to burst the unfair
not to be someone else
in a world of jerks
Taking me back...

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