Blood and Rust
Libyans * Track #1 On A Common Place
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Blood and Rust Lyrics
No fault, no loss, no wrong
A trust, too fast, now lost again
There is a case for growing up
Abandoning our kind
This hate becomes tradition
Destroying me in time
We prod and bleed, no end
No fault, no loss, no wrong
There is a case for growing up
Abandoning our kind
This hate becomes tradition
Destroying me in time
I'll find this mystery for myself
I'll still pretend I'm somewhere else
A family tree of blood and rust