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Straightaway Democracy Of Spreading Poverty

Prijevod: Neposredan. Demokracija širenja siromaštva.

Down on his knees he?s praying religeously Not god his faith was burried a long time ago By the neverending hopeless days He?s praying for a bit of money

Anywhere anytime it lightens up my faith it brings me back strength when it?s fading and when life looks like such a wreck like a helping hand it leads

Carefree times are gone Innocence is no longer Never ask yourself out Never question the truth you?re given never give it a second thought believe

A brand new song another blank sheet of paper So many things left I need to write down and express About this loss that I can?t accept about these

A few attempts later I?m left with the same stupid answer fed by anger I kept hoping for a better change And I gave it a shot and you ruined it again

You had your chance you didn?t seize it I?m sorry that you?re taking it that way I hope someday you?ll get to realize how I was right and not take it