Atom bomb, TNT
New disease, poor city
Flying over Hiroshima, 1945
The city
We met in the springtime
when the blossoms unfold,
the pastures were
Well I'm in another state, another state of mind,
I don't want you to be high
I don't want you
Well it's been ten years and a thousand tears
And look
I believe I was wrong but baby know I know.
Pretty much been alone now, for almost five years
I could
Every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world
And ends
Children are taught to hate, parents just couldn't wait
Some are
I'm your worn-in leather jacket
I'm the volume in your fucked
This ain't the way it's supposed to be
There's a dark
I know a girl who warns the dangers of love
all
Everybody wants a lover
Nobody wants to uncover
What may lay deep
Spent my whole life looking for something
What it was, I'm
An hour of anger & an hour of love,
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