remembering is the hardest part /sometimes I run /swearing I’ll never look back /the heart opens up when the blinders come off /if you ever feel the boundries we better hold together /sing a bit louder /we better hold each other tighter /one is not enough / cry /try /stand up /when you ask to much /I give you more than you need and less than I got /alone we got history /alone is the young boy waiting for his mother that will never return / alone is the old man remembering friends long passed away /alone is the joy of one at peace with themselves . Azab
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