EMOLAND

When I was a young boy
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band
He said, «Son, when you grow up
Would you be the savior of the broken
The beaten and the damned?»

Sometimes I get the feelin'
She's watchin' over me
And other times I feel like I should go
When through it all, the rise and fall
The bodies in the streets
And when you're gone, we want you all to know

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Пойду посижу и посмотрю в стену сто часов, потому что я делала эти коллажи очень долго