And I am so afraid
For there's only the gun and the beat of the drum
Where once the children played
posted by Weasel @ 1:15 PM
Thursday, May 31, 2007
The streets they are so quiet now
And I am so afraid
For there's only the gun and the beat of the drum
Where once the children played
And I am so afraid
For there's only the gun and the beat of the drum
Where once the children played
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