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Boy looks so scared lying under the stairs |
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Begs for mercy from all of his tortuous days |
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Put out a pray lying under stairs |
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But I'm sorry to tell you it's over, my friend |
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Now that you stand in the calm of the landing |
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A child at your feet, nothing left in your soul |
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What was the point that you could not go back? |
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When your foot hit his face? When your fist broke his back? |
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Oh, our lives in the slurry |
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Momma's here so don't worry |
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Who was there when you walked out the door? |
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Bloody bundle picked up from the floor |
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It's ours |
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Back from the country on business today |
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And a boy and problem are buried away |
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Things that some can |
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Oh, the things that some can't |
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Mother picks up his hair |
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Washed his blood off the lamp |
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Oh, our lives in the slurry |
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Momma's here so don't worry |
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Who was there when you walked out the door? |
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Bloody bundle picked up from the floor |
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It's ours |
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It's our time |
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How can he show |
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How he will grow? |
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You're not gonna know |
