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those boys and girls with tied feet and hands can't say single word can't spell any of them watching fear comes in looking for way back smiles fade away and light goes off can't say a word can't spell it right their eyes are wide open hoping for luck world is a mess there's no place for us we must grab our resistance and mash it in mouths holding cans filled with black paint we have to flood every place with the thoughts we were always afraid to reveal bright eyes and those shiny smiles will not break me down will not snatch my thoughts now i can clearly hear your voice


from cold hands, released July 15, 2014



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