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Blue and Red,
Red and Blue
Why does it matter?
Why do you feel that to be something,
You have to steal someone else’s dreams
And only when you shed the blood
Do you finally see that it’s a big deal
The drugs you deal,
The life you live,
It all seems so surreal
A blank hole of nothingness,
Gun shots and cop’s flashing lights
Blazing bright into the night
But you will be forgotten
The red, or the blue
They won’t remember you
You are just another person, another thing
And they don’t care if they smash your dreams
If you never live, never breathe
Because you’re just a puppet with a gun,
Never again to see the sun.