2013-08-12
That I can't see clear
Who's paid you for telling me what I'm worth
And run in fear
It has been for me a strain to see already
What have you done
The rising noise
The sharpened smells
The deadened sight
What is it in my eyes
A piece of broken glass?
Is this the time I should be on my knees for you?
Is this your way of telling
Another has been be found?
Now I know it's teargas in my eyes
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