Alien Hand Syndrome guernica

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When I was a child
my head ached every night
I´m not callous
Divisions allied and fought nuclear wars on my mind
The older you grow, the harder you fall is what i learned
I cursed myself and kicked and screamed and yearned
I´m not callous
I´m not careless
I´m not callous
I´m not callous
I´m not
Be a brave little boy and take things as they're coming
with your arms open wide and your head to the ground
Arrange yourself
Arrange yourself
Arrange yourself
Arrange yourself
We´re not ours
Find me up in the mountains
Past the thorn wall
In a land without a name
I´ll be happy
All by myself
Breaking every rule ever made
And just sometimes
I´ll come raging
On a firehorse to the ground
And I´ll capture
To write history
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Here I come

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