Eleven

 Tác giả : Primus

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I just can't seem to blend
Into society
I have no hope for this dim
Simplicity of law and order
By whose rules i see no rhyme in
The reason
I hold no hope for this holy treason
Of love and so soft
By whose standards
They tell me, they tell me
Who are they, who is they

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