Here we are like children
Trapped amongst our circle
Only pictures to
I got all my machinesAnything that I needGimme peace gimme
They all have goneI sing in streets of silenceShe now
She cried her songWhile grinningAs the lustThe suffocating loveLove oh
Please rememberIt's late NovemberIt's an early morningDespite the weatherIt's no
What else can you doWhere else can you goWhy won't
Give the neighbor a rideOn a joyride joyrideGive the neighbor
Standing in the storm there's comfortWe don't care what they
Don't cryIt's not that badDon't cryIt's not that sadIt's just
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