| Not a soul saw him lieing there | |
| Lieing here lieing there lieing everywhere | |
| Tree uprooting | |
| Every hair burns | |
| And every bank looted | |
| Every shot dear | |
| She cries : who shot my baby? | |
| Everything was being shot to bits | |
| Even self protection slips away | |
| Slips away | |
| Not a soul saw him lieing there | |
| Pearls galore and gems | |
| Before a slim time | |
| Free uprooting every strand frays | |
| Every particle every bruise on display | |
| She cries : who took my baby? | |
| Everybody was being shot to bits | |
| Even self protection slips away | |
| Slips away | |
| Everybody was being shot to bits | |
| Even self protection slips away | |
| Slips away | |
| Who shot my baby? | |
| Who shot my baby? | |
| Everybody was being shot to bits | |
| Even self protection slips away | |
| Slips away | |
| Who took my baby? | |
| Who took my baby? | |
| Who shot my baby? | |
| Who shot my baby? |
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