dedicated to all those "You know I did not think I was a fascist, I had a different view of yourself"
Sometimes time seems to fly, are the days when
live without thinking, from morning to
evening just looking
forward and for once you feel
one of many.
But how, how, how that deep down something is missing.
Turn, turn, turn, and then, finally, come home.
Sometimes the world does not seem to hurt,
after a shower and running the stairs, wake up early tomorrow
you need to work Saturday and
maybe it's off to the sea.
But how, how, how that deep down something is missing.
Turn, turn, turn, and then, finally, come home.
And just a song and just a bottle, how many arms straight and your family.
And just a flag and just a laugh, you can not do anything about it you are a comrade!
Sometimes sex
seems to
what you are looking for but you can not find
,
another sigh,
bodies to store, sweet
a hug and a desire to escape.
But how, how, how that deep down something is missing.
Turn, turn, turn, and then, finally, come home.
And just a song and just a bottle, how many arms straight and your family.
And just a flag and just a laugh, you can not do anything about it you are a comrade!
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