All those faces
(sergei@ptd.net Sergei Polischouk 08/06/1996)
All those faces I see on the street every night
What did I do so wrong, how to make it right
Can I help them at all, maybe they can help me
Every free one is caged, every caged one is free
Do I need something more, have I had enough
Why the lie is so smooth, why the truth is so rough
Why am I still so lost, why do I search for light
Every right is so wrong, every wrong is so right
Where’s the end to this all, will we get a fair chance
It’s so hard to be alone, if you have many friends
Is there someone who cares, or pretends it at least
Every peace is a war, every war is a peace
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