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There is a place where people go, Where moutains high are full of snow,
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My poignant dreams of Auschwitz,
amongst the archaic bone and flesh, -
The boy kicked out at the world,
no love, just pain existed, -
I open my eyes,
what do I see? -
Brainwash me,
and make me believe, -
Dreams of Bohemia,
on our own floating cloud, -
Looking at myself,
as if im someone different, -
When I stand, I look around,and see the society, where we are found.It's not that good,though it
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They look down at us,
and think they are superior. -
The west-end buildings,
so clean and white, -
Through the evil labyrinths,
of the Victorian east-end, -
I'm a dirty little city boy,
a minor in society, -
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our society is a façade,
hiding what's bad, -
What lies beneath a smile?
is it a disguise from pain and suffering, -
My shoes have seen many things,
they have seen lifes, -
Drinking earl grey,
in their regency estate, -
playing in the playground,
oh, how things change, -
Another day,
in the life of me, -
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