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My Mind is Homeless
I hate the cruel cycles
Of the hungry and poor
Tossed deeper down still
In their piles of remorse
Gather all that you own
And sell it for scraps
But the sentiment's lost
I'd rather starve to death
Once...
Of the hungry and poor
Tossed deeper down still
In their piles of remorse
Gather all that you own
And sell it for scraps
But the sentiment's lost
I'd rather starve to death
Once...
