| dziesma |
[13 Apr 2008|12:46pm] |
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mood |
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murky skies above |
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music |
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A Silver Mt. Zion - Hang On To Each Other |
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We all got born so afraid
And still search for words
To describe that pain
And cling to each other
Like pigeons in the rain
And nuzzle over feathered breast
With beaks all worn and cracked an stained...
( Hang on to each other )
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