| There’s a sound from the kitchen
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| And it’s the sound he has heard a thousand times before
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| When he hears his mother crying, he runs away and hides inside his room
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| But there is no escaping the echo in his fathers voice
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| And when the tears are falling
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| He falls into his knees and prays;
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| Just hold me, and love me
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| Trash this child of love
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| And try your best and save this broken home
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| His little arms are black and blue
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| And there’s a little cut, right under his eye
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| Every night he lays awake
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| And from now to it
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| Fighting stars again
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| Have you forgot the reason, why this little child was borned
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| 'Cause if you go on fighting, you destroy this family, yeah
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| Just hold him, and love him
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| Trash this child of love
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| And try your best to save this broken home
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| Stop fighting, stop hurting, try to love again
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| And do your best to save this broken home
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| If you ever hold him tight, let him feel your love again
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| You will make him smile, yeah
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| Hold him, and love him
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| Trash this child of love
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| And try your best to save this broken home
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| Stop fighting, stop hurting, try to love again
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| And do your best to save this broken home |