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Morning papers have no feelings
they are never silent, but always counting, quietely
the room is clean, the blood´s away
and everyone proceeds to the order of the day
Hate `till the end, can´t stop the program
never forgive and never forget
hate till the end, can´t stop the program
never forgive, what is left?
In the shop window I pass I can see a sign which says:
Nevertheless.
c´est amusant parce que je suis deja en train de croire
qu'il n'ya pas d'espoire
