| Limp footsteps stump to my door
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| He's coming down the corridor
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| Tears wash my face, I cannot stand
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| These lessons taught by father's wreakful hand
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| Dreadful moments always last too long
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| This pain and woe just can't be gone
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| Dreadful moments always last too long
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| This pain and woe just can't be gone
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| Mother, would you come and save me from this hell
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| Oh, mother, I can't take this anymore
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| Please, oh please, let me feel your hand on me forevermore
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| I beg you crying out, cease reign of horror
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| Piercing silence is the only to reply
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| No one gives their aid no matter how I cry
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| Being fed to lions I'm left high and dry
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| Atrocity makes only of its own kind
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| Those never felt a gentle touch
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| Can solely clench their fists to grind
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| And bring this world so much of grief
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| Dreadful moments always last too long
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| This pain and woe just can't be gone
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| Dreadful moments always last too long
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| This pain and woe just can't be gone
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| Childhood of misery
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| Is lifelong injury
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| A burden hidden by the curtain of years
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| A trauma that could not be healed
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| Childhood of misery
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| Is lifelong injury
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| A burden hidden by the curtain of years
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| A trauma that could not be healed
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| Memories of fear and dread
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| Deeply sealed |