handwriting! - Hey, Hello Friend! | Текст песни

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In 1945, Benito Mussolini was beaten to death by the people he ruled over. Beside his dead body, was the dead body of his lover.

Roaring lights and starry eyes,
Dry leaves and a will to survive.
Faces are fading on the east side,
And in essence, I was blind.
I frequently subject myself to
Crying on my basement floor.
I can hear this pain repeating,
I am the scratch on the record.

My headlights turn faded,
6 Deer on the windshield.
4 hours in a hospital bed
3 more resting in the back seat,
Days turn to weeks, and my life
Fades to infinity.
I don’t think I belong here
I don’t think I belong here

I’d rather be a martyr for a fallacy,
But that does not change my destiny.

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