“Ohh, can’t anybody see? We’ve got a war to fight. Never found our way, regardless of what they say. How can it feel this wrong? From this moment, how can it feel this wrong? Storm – in the morning light I feel. No more can I say, frozen to myself. I got nobody on my side, and surely that ain’t right. Surely that ain’t right. Oh can’t anybody see? We’ve got a war to fight – never found our way, regardless of what they say. How can it feel this wrong? From this moment – how can it feel this wrong?” [Portishead: Roads]
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