Pain becomes me

Song of the day;;


Looking through the looking glass
In the hand of a liar
You well-read sycophant
Political man of iron

And while you sweet talk
You sweet talk
You kiss and tell who can handle
You keep your face well lit
With the television

Now what those people did to you
In your blood red youth
Now what those people did to you
In your blood red youth
Now what those people did to you
In your blood red youth
Now what those people did to you
In your blood red youth

When your information's out
And your head's full of light
And they serve you a drink
Like you hope they might
And when you bring it down
Bring it down
Since it's raining and fog

Now what those people did to you
In your blood red youth
Now what those people did to you
In your blood red youth
Now what those people did to you
In your blood red youth
Now what those people did to you
In your blood red youth
Now what those people did to you
In your blood red youth
Now what those people did to you
In your blood red youth
Now what those people did to you
In your blood red youth
Now what those people did to you
In your blood red youth
Now what those people did to you
In your blood red
In your blood red
In your blood red

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Huomenna on mun synttärit. 

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Wake me

Out of the cold