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Prozak
Prozak
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МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Prozak
Prozak
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Слова

Black ink is the blood of the misfit (Blood of the misfit)
Its currents sweeping us through the
Struggles and turmoil of this desolate paradox
Otherwise known as reality (Reality)
Though we are bound together, we must
All face the journey alone (Alone)
Cradle to the grave, one in the same (The same)
Our lives are traced unchangeably in black ink
In my life, I'm drowning, lost inside
Here, in my mind, I'm dying all the time
Written by: Prozak
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