ANAGRAMS (62)
Gloomy
Like nightmares of a politician in coma
Or breath of a dead baby in the womb of a raped refugee
Curses of cloud and rain
Pours over this town
Every morning
Don't wash your hands in the rain
Like nightmares of a politician in coma
Or breath of a dead baby in the womb of a raped refugee
Curses of cloud and rain
Pours over this town
Every morning
Don't wash your hands in the rain
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