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Gaza escape
Gaza escape how do you escape the suffering
Rounds pound out the sound all I hear is screaming in the distance
As a dust cloud rises I see the consequences
Stand on rubble it used to home me and my family
I see a piece of her dress peeking out of disaster
I pull rocks and bleed through the ground
In a moment of things I wouldn’t present
To the Devil or my worst enemy
Rounds pound out the sound all I hear is screaming in the distance
As a dust cloud rises I see the consequences
Stand on rubble it used to home me and my family
I see a piece of her dress peeking out of disaster
I pull rocks and bleed through the ground
In a moment of things I wouldn’t present
To the Devil or my worst enemy
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