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Slavens)I don't belong to the Buffalo Clubbut I sure would like to wake up in the morningand find out it's all been a terrible dreamdoes anybody see it as a warninghave you been out there on the streetpretty lights above your headpretty bricks beneath your feetclean off the spray paint on the wallsclean the kids and clean their mindsuntil there's nothing left to clean except the skyhave you been checking out the changes
I hear so many names
I see so many different facesall the suffering from the same diseasedid you find out young that life is shortand try to take the easy way outthere's no easy way outhow I wish that I could be naive
I long to be taken intricked into beleiving again
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