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Here in the wreckage
The winter is hard
I sleep in the same clothes
That I dragged through the mud

And if you ask me
Nothing's changed
There's nowhere else I can go
So I stay

With writhing rats
We make beds in the straw
And then we build houses
Paint our names on the door

And if you ask me again
Is this life?
I don't see I have a choice
But I still smile

And I bide my time...

I have no roots
And nowhere to go
And as for the future
Well I really don't know.

But if You ask me,
I will nod,
but if you ask me...

Here I am...
Here I am...

My dear wife
and my children of god
The borders already drawn to us
Hold on to life
in this refuge of dirt
And search for a place you can brethe again
It's not a crime...

I'd love to see you again
sometime soon
But you will back to me now
what you stole?

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