Cocktail Molotov by Cringer
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If this were the month of May, May in '68 It means a lot to me. Trapped in our useless words. Trapped in more debate. But it means a lot to me. Kick down the old grey walls. You know they had to fall. But who would be the one to strike the first blow. Take a look around and tell me what you've found. I'm 23 and I still don't know. Things that I wanna see, over and over again, Mean so much more to me, I don't feel I can pretend. The revolution of everyday life is what we agitate. It means a lot to me. The revolution of everyday life, now is it too late? It means a lot to me.
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