disease

Mon, 08/05/2013 - 18:12 -- qtran17

they look at us, with no solution
they look at us, like we're pollutants
we have problems, there's no doubt
we have problems, with no way out
we want a cure, we need it now
we want a cure, to live somehow
without support, we will fall
without support, we will end it all

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