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Here is some water for the dead tree...
I see your reflections in the dirty water...
Dreams and aspirations

Your ideals in the big sky
Passionate red
The one I loved so much...

Ideals being sweeter then candy are just ideals
No one wants the present

Point your finger

I feel love on my for head at gunpoint
Even the child with the red coat swallows hers tears as she faces reality

Why? Why? Over and Over
It will never heal
Why? Why? Over and Over
My dead heart...

Love, tenderness, freedom and peace