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 You live in your private hell 
Don't know if you're sick or well 
Something out there calls your name 
Too insecure to enter the game 
 
Life to you is a magazine 
All dreams are on a silver screen 
You never want to grow 
Seeds of hate are all that you sow 
 
Land of blood, fields of greed 
So many choices, broken dreams 
Anything can happen and always does 
Can you adapt when the going gets rough? 
 
Gold rays of sun, sea of blue 
Hide the pain that you're going trough 
You can never aspire 
When inside lives the heart of a liar 
 
Land of blood, fields of greed 
So many choices, broken dreams 
Anything can happen and always does 
Can you adapt when the going gets rough? 
 
Land of blood, fields of greed 
So many choices, broken dreams 
Anything can happen and always does 
Can you adapt when the going gets rough? 
            
 
HATA BİLDİR
 
 
		
        
        
        
         
         
         
         
        
        
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