| Frost in her hair, cold snow under her feet. |
| She runs and she screams though
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| she knows no one will hear her
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| The love for his son will always be present despite his only touch comes from
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| the inside of a prison
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| He’s hoping, he’s waiting — one day to see his son if he’d only thought about
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| it when he fired his gun
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| She’s walking to the sound of her brand new heels, maybe one day they will
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| oversound the voices
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| Despite surgerys, hormones — a different name, society never stops reminding
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| her from where he came
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| We are all just like the others. |
| Our words silence smothers
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| Something we eagerly deny. |
| The stars of the masquerade
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| But one day all the pain will rain. |
| Blind ambition, don’t look away
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| Over the ones who never came. |
| We are what we are, all one and the same
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| The child wakes up just to hear his mothers last steps. |
| He’s hiding,
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| he’s praying that it all will go away
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| Shes crying, coughing trying to scream his name. |
| But the sound of her last
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| breath, will never go away
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| A city, society, a whole world without mercy, the people in pain will never be
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| heard
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| One day this pain will rain, it will rain over the earth
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| We are all just like the others. |
| Our words silence smothers
|
| Something we eagerly deny. |
| The stars of the masquerade
|
| But one day all the pain will rain. |
| Blind ambition, don’t look away
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| Over the ones who never came. |
| We are what we are, all one and the same |