viernes, 21 de enero de 2011

Leave, left, left.

"Now don't get me wrong I love what you done with the place
I just wish you had a chance to help build it
Instead of just moving into this home of disrepair
And expect it to work, prosper and then share
Constantly relying on consuming to feel content
But only because we lost touch with this home that we've spent
Trillions of dollars tainting for our wants and not our needs
And now we're growing tired of planting bleary-eyed seeds."

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