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When we speak
When we speak
Why you gotta look that way?
why you gotta spit on the stage?
you see we are young wolves
and we’re hungry for the last guy outside
come see us when we’re walking
they don’t know our kind of night
Sick and wear our hearts outside
on our sleeves
and we just can’t take no more
Yet the skies say we should come back home
I remember in disguise...
Wednesday 3rd February 2016 8:33 pm
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