| A cry for help, a hint of anesthesia
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| The sound from broken homes
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| We used to always meet here
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| As he lays asleep, she takes him in her arms
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| Some things I have to do, but I don’t mean you harm
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| A worried parent’s glance, a kiss, a last goodbye
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| Hands him the bag she packed, the tears she tries to hide
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| A cruel wind that blows down to our lunacy
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| And leaves him standing cold here in this colony
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| I can’t see why all these confrontations
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| I can’t see why all these dislocations
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| No family life, this makes me feel uneasy
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| Stood alone here in this colony
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| In this colony, in this colony, in this colony, in this colony
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| Dear God in his wisdom took you by the hand
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| God in his wisdom made you understand
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| God in his wisdom took you by the hand
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| God in his wisdom made you understand
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| God in his wisdom took you by the hand
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| God in his wisdom made you understand
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| God in his wisdom took you by the hand
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| God in his wisdom made you understand
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| In this colony, in this colony, in this colony, in this colony |