that living on the edge
must of just existed in my head
No longer can I be lead
Down guilty streets of grey and dred
Were all the faces cry out
And no justice or equality is found


Soaching up your mood


that living on the edge
must of just existed in my head
No longer can I be lead
Down guilty streets of grey and dred
Were all the faces cry out
And no justice or equality is found



Words by Helen Warren
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Written on 2010-03-10 at 08:36

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