One Blood

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Since Metaphor is all about random and splendid music from different points and dimension, and I just watched the perplexing and astounding 'Green Street Hooligans', I couldn't help not posting the movie's soundtrack, 'One Blood'. You should watch the movie. I never seen violence portrayed more differently.
Then I fell to the ground
Tasted ashes on my tongue
Thinking that only dead
Are forever young
One Blood by Terence Jay

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