Tiny fingers

Tiny toes

Tiny dreams no one thinks will unfold

And tiny children who only wish to go

Up to the sky

A place no one knows

A place not haunted by formidable foes

A place not yet filled with the unspeakable memories

A place not yet a home to the dead bodies of my friends

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by TAMARA Cause even on my lonely days And in the pourin rain Just stay away I don’t need addiction anymore I don’t need your fixins anymore No, no, no, no So don’t hit me with that fake love Just to

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