| Boy looks so scared lying under the stairs
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| Begs for mercy from all of his tortuous days
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| Put out a pray lying under stairs
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| But I’m sorry to tell you it’s over, my friend
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| Now that you stand in the calm of the landing
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| A child at your feet, nothing left in your soul
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| What was the point that you could not go back?
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| When your foot hit his face? |
| When your fist broke his back?
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| Oh, our lives in the slurry
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| Momma’s here so don’t worry
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| Who was there when you walked out the door?
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| Bloody bundle picked up from the floor
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| It’s ours
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| Back from the country on business today
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| And a boy and problem are buried away
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| Things that some can
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| Oh, the things that some can’t
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| Mother picks up his hair
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| Washed his blood off the lamp
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| Oh, our lives in the slurry
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| Momma’s here so don’t worry
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| Who was there when you walked out the door?
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| Bloody bundle picked up from the floor
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| It’s ours
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| It’s our time
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| How can he show
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| How he will grow?
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| You’re not gonna know |