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Some days We moving backwards We past this place just yesterday Some days The storm is hatred We walk away from peace To save our pain

There is but one love There is but one world There is but one tribe We must find our way back home

Build a wall Half a mile high Big enough to block out the sky You’ve got yours and I’ve got mine Stay on your side For This is mine side

In it to win it the payline He’ll play it he pushes his chips in and raises the steaks as All of the others feel quite dizzy as look for a tell it seems that he bluffing

What noone kmows Is Such a same He lied his way Into the game iif he wins he walks away anyuthing to make his play anyuthing to make his play