I gave you my life, you gave me my life. Like a gush of wind in my hair. Why do we forget what's been said and play the game of life with our hearts?
The world's got a nosebleed, it saidAnd we're flooding, but we keep on cutting the trees and the forests!And we keep on paying those freaks on the TVWho claim they will save us, but want to enslave us, andSweating like demons, they scream through our speakersBut we leave the sound on 'cause silence is harder, andNo one's the killer and no one's the martyrThe world that has made us can no longer contain usAnd prophets are silent and rotting away.regina spektor
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