Standing
I’m standing on this world not in it
My feet’s are walking on this planet
It is made for me but nothing is mine
Bleu sky, falling stars a miracle to be a witness of
The beauty of the world is became a victim of a destructive nature
Let the frustration out
Chemicals to give pleasure will turn against us
Pray for our lives
Breathing poison, swallowing lies is a daily job
Make place for the killing peace
Freedom will disappear
The oldest believe
The greatest fear will be here on day
Worse than we can imagine
Let the frustration go
Welcome it with open eyes
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| Auteur: Ben-ja-min | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: klitty | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 november 2003 | ||
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