The sky is cloudy
The breeze is warm
The birds are singing
And its a perfect world
The sky is burning
The breeze smells of death
The killers are laughing
And its a broken world.
The sky is cloudy
The breeze is warm
The birds are singing
And its a perfect world
The sky is burning
The breeze smells of death
The killers are laughing
And its a broken world.
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