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Contributor: d0ll

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We speak these words
We sing these songs
Holding hands we chant along
Don’t know the meanings
Don’t care for the thoughts

Smear our faces with lipstick
The colour’s faded
But we don’t care
We say the words
Which are exaggerated
No one knows the meaning
But they’re all there
They stick along

Plaster over the bruise
Bandage over the wound
Baby you will heal so fast
Tonight you’re full of hate
Feeling used
Tomorrow you’ll crave
For love again
So save your empty words
Shut up and dance away
Shut up and dance, anyway

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Student, translator, post punk Djane and DIY enthusiast from Slovakia.


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