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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=61199" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>One Hundred Years</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It doesn't matter if we all die<br>Ambition in the back of a black car<br>In a high building there is so much to do<br>Going home time<br>A story on the radio<br>Something small falls out of your mouth<br>And we laugh<br>A prayer for something better<br>A prayer<br>For something better<br>Please love me<br>Meet my mother<br>But the fear takes hold<br>Creeping up the stairs in the dark<br>Waiting for the death blow<br>Waiting for the death blow<br>Waiting for the death blow<br>Stroking your hair as the patriots are shot<br>Fighting for freedom on the television<br>Sharing the world with slaughtered pigs<br>Have we got everything?<br>She struggles to get away . . .<br>The pain<br>And the creeping feeling<br>A little black haired girl<br>Waiting for saturday<br>The death of her father pushing her<br>Pushing her white face into the mirror<br>Aching inside me<br>And turn me round<br>Just like the old days<br>Just like the old days<br>Just like the old days<br>Just like the old days<br>Caressing an old man<br>And painting a lifeless face<br>Just a piece of new meat in a clean room<br>The soldiers close in under a yellow moon<br>All shadows and deliverance<br>Under a black flag<br>A hundred years of blood<br>Crimson<br>The ribbon tightens round my throat<br>I open my mouth<br>And my head bursts open<br>A sound like a tiger thrashing in the water<br>Thrashing in the water<br>Over and over<br>We die one after the other<br>Over and over<br>We die one after the other<br>One after the other<br>One after the other<br>One after the other<br>One after the other<br>It feels like a hundred years<br>A hundred years<br>A hundred years<br>A hundred years<br>A hundred years<br>One hundred years</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Cure - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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Ambition in the back of a black car
In a high building there is so much to do
Going home time
A story on the radio
Something small falls out of your mouth
And we laugh
A prayer for something better
A prayer
For some..."></div>
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