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Do you want me to scream my rage to heaven? Open my arms in the midst of this barren place And demand to know why this happened? I've done that already Futile cries until my throat was raw And I fell to the ground in a crumpled heap. Where were you through all of this? Where are your tears and your misery? I think I know the answer - They don't exist. September 2001 |
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