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More Than A Thousand I Woke Up Early On The Day I Died

AND HOW SAD IT IS. SOME ACHIEVE A STAMP IN WORLD HUMANITY. THERE'S NO OTHER WAY KEEP ON ATTEMPTING, ON THE TOP THERE'S A PLACE FOR ALL OF US BUT THE

world With dyed hair and predictable gestures. Nouveau wankers. There's a thousand empty stages waiting for their empty performances, A thousand empty

spent on the machinery of war. If only a half of that was spent on the machinery of peace, There would be no more starvation on this planet. Yet governments