Wings

people catch bullets
fake bloody sunsets
memory of the old days
straight of a wrong ways

humanity pain
like november rain
humanity shame
won't burn in flame

nobody can't save
nobody are brave
everybody rave
everybody on own wave

frantic people
do crazy things
frantic people
will never have wings

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