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Dent Moses

It's almost working
Want it to work
I thought it would be up
by the time I wake up
Now that the rain stopped
It's the same underneath
Light of my life
Is bad luck

Crossing the street
Going there twice
Didn't find a thing to need
Is it a tomb?
We could be asleep on our way to build a homeland
Sending back machines that set the time

I missed the tragedy of mine
Waiting for the answers
To me, to me, and nothing else
Is looking.
They never wondered because it's not you

All keyed up, sarcastic comfort I really don't care.

I love you calm down
Be a part of the town

Is it a tomb?
We could be asleep on our way to build a homeland
Sending back machines

 

  • Author: Dent Moses (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 17th, 2017 20:56
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 8


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