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They're gonna kill us all |
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Oh Sheena kneels and prays over the graves |
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and wishes of her god to be so brave |
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the roses she had picked fall from her hand. |
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On to the ground which will soon hold her |
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Sheena Bella |
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Sheena Bella |
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Oh Sheena Bella walks |
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and Sheena Bella strays |
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Oh, fetal Sheena counts off her last days |
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The colors of the grass |
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The shadows on the floor |
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The precious things that she had no time for. |
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She was only 4 years old. |
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She was barely 4 years old. |
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Sheena Bella |
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Sheena Bella |
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Sheena Bella |
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Sheena Bella |
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They're gonna kill us all |
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They're gonna kill us all |
