I am now in the corner curled.
I can�t stand no more pain,
Though it seems to be a chain.
We have to much hate,
But not enough debate.
All they do is fight,
Everything seems delight.
I slowly move out of corner,
I yet still feel as I�m a foreigner.
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| So confused in this world, I am now in the corner curled. I can�t stand no more pain, Though it seems to be a chain. We have to much hate, But not enough debate. All they do is fight, Everything seems delight. I slowly move out of corner, I yet still feel as I�m a foreigner. |
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