When I hear... the sound of concrete and steel I sense a rhythm, that science cant feel I feel the beat... of our hearts as one I hold your colour, when my vision is gone This power is something but the force is blind Transmitted through a network, of your own kind As minutes tick away... and days become years I know this old feeling, its a substance in my tears And the kids on the street And the kids everywhere And all I gotta say is the kids dont care!
Posted on: Sat, 03 Jan 2015 03:23:30 +0000
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