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Today i wanna start
a revolution
wear my beret
get my old gun
and be gone away
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but this old fight
is nothing but old
I fight with ancients
throwing flowers
in bad arrangement
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I fight with warmth
my gun, my dead lies
I stand beeming
blowing shit up
in Christ redeeming
When can I return to my home?Have I ever even really been there? I have, Im sure? But I carry it in my heart, I know. I express it here.
