| Ooh-ooh-ooh…
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| Ooh…
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| Tears falling down from grace
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| A smear upon her face
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| He leaves without a trace
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| Scars upon her mind
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| No reason for the crime
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| Your playground left behind
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| Never knowing why
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| And you, you’re the only one, mm-hmm
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| That feels the pain and can’t explain
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| But, girl, don’t go
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| Oh, sweet child of rage
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| I can’t feel your pain
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| The weight upon your shoulder
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| Oh, sweet child of rage
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| Mm, you turn the page, it’s gonna change
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| Oh, sweet child of rage
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| And now your castles made of sand
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| And Santa’s not your friend
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| No tinker bells and butterflies
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| And, oh-oh-oh-oh, child of rage
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| Your angry heart can change in heaven
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| There’s a special place, mm-hmm
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| For little one’s so full of pain
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| For, girl, hold on, yeah
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| Oh, sweet child of rage, yeah
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| I can’t feel your pain
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| The weight upon your shoulder
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| Oh, sweet child of rage
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| Oh, you turn the page, and it’s gonna change
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| Oh, sweet child of rage
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| Oh, sweet child of rage, yeah
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| I can’t feel your pain
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| The weight upon your shoulder
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| Oh, sweet child of rage
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| Oh, I can’t feel your pain
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| The weight upon your shoulder
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| Oh, sweet child
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| I can’t feel you pain
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| No, I can’t feel your pain
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| Oh, sweet child, oh, sweet child
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| Oh, sweet child of rage, mmm…
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| I can’t feel your pain
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| I can’t feel your pain
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| Sweet child of rage
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Sweet child of rage
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| Oh, yeah |