octubre 21, 2009

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We were the kings and queens of promise.
We were the phantoms of our selves.
Maybe the children of a lesser god,
between Heaven and Hell.
Heaven and Hell.

Into your lies,
hopeless and taken.
We stole our new lives,
through blood and pain,
in defense of our dreams.
In defense of our dreams.

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