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Tattoos, Bricks & Bridges Where the all young dreamers lay, with the winds that won't tore them apart, with the storms that won't blow them away. Under the bridge, where suburbs screams through the gray, with no tales for coming home, with no place to runaway. Fitting right where they belong dropping shadows on the floor protesting with their lips, with their core - ''more, more more..'' Black and white indigenous stones with a mark on your mark hidden tattoos on my bones. Inside the sand inside the autumn flakes we all share what we have, we all give what it takes. And they stand there innocent and dime mumbling words, creating thoughts through darkness eternity cries, everything fades, fades in time. Just as where the all young dreamers lay, with the winds that won't tore them apart, with the storms that won't blow them away..
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