| It was a great night, now he walks under the stars
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| Homeways, bestways through the park
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| Another day waits to chase away the dark
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| But the future can change like a roulette wheel
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| A shout, then a push, then a glint of steel
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| So begins a hurt that never heals
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| And when it’s all over, it’s over forever
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| You can’t change what’s been done
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| A flash of a knife on a cold, dark night
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| Somebody’s brother; | 
| somebody’s son
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| The bus turns up but it’s much too late
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| The cops turn up to investigate
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| The moon shines on despite the clouds of hate
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| The nurse looking down strokes his hair with a sigh
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| Her thoughts turn to loved ones, a tear in her eye
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| Another life wasted to feed someone’s mad pride
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| And when it’s all over, it’s over forever
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| You can’t change what’s been done
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| A flash of a knife on a cold, dark night
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| Somebody’s brother; | 
| somebody’s son
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| Christmas trees and birthday cakes
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| Holidays and cold milkshakes
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| Knowing how that first kiss feels
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| First time behind the steering wheel
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| Wedding bells and carriage clocks
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| Easter eggs and novelty socks
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| The patter of footsteps, her first smile
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| Walking her proudly down the aisle
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| Gone forever
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| Gone forever
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| The knock on the door comes at 6 a. | 
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| Cuffs rubbing tightly against his skin
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| His mother shouts «Where are you taking him?»
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| The judge says a minimum fifteen years
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| He looks straight ahead, tries to hide his fears
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| His dad holds his mum and wipes away her tears
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| And when it’s all over, it’s over forever
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| You can’t change what’s been done
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| A flash of a knife on a cold, dark night
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| Somebody’s brother; | 
| somebody’s son |