| God offends but not those ....
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| Torn clothes bare feet chilled soul
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| Help sign and outstretched hand
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| People will be sorry I haven't eaten for three days
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| long three days
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| I don't know my mother handed me over to an orphanage
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| I live in a house that I am 12, I did not feel the warmth of comfort in it
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| We were beaten every day, the head of the boarding school mocked us as he wanted
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| I didn’t get tired of my house, I ran away to the bus at night
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| How long have I endured for my short life saw looked
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| God sees the map of your path, I didn’t want this
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| Who will answer what the children are to blame
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| Who live so badly in the world
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| What are the children to blame?
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| Who live so badly in the world
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| Night light silhouette you see in the dark
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| Something there carries a bundle
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| Throw him away, can't God see this?
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| That's all the love we've been told
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| And inspired so long ago and it's all shit
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| yeah i feel the same
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| There are more orphans by one more
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| But mother will live without remembering him
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| And tears from innocent children's eyes flow now
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| Cursing your life and with it us
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| Throw sideways glances only they know
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| what are human tears
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| Dreams of orphanages of crowded houses
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| Where children imagine life below their dreams
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| And they are waiting for their summer when their mother and father come to them
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| They will find and everyone is waiting for it
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| Why are the children to blame
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| Who live so badly in the world
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| what are the children to blame
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| Who live so badly in the world
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| what are the children to blame
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| Who live so badly in the world
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| Orphans where we are
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| where he is where you are
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| Where everyone is where I am
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| In orphanage the whole earth
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| Only them not another
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| What is summer autumn winter spring
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| Cold forever evil
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| And the heart of a child is so sensitive
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| So trustingly understand
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| Do not lay sin on your soul like a stone
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| When it's dark around, you sleep soundly in a warm house
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| Sleep and zasabayu all living things rot
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| Doomsday beat
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| A tear in the face of someone is a trifle
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| Tick tock time, the years are flying by and so imperceptibly
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| The melody of a lifetime has lost
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| And with a finger on a rope in the form of a loop showed
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| Where is my mother
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| How tired I am in the hallways to sleep
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| And food from the slops like a dog to get
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| Well, who will help me to remove this dirty stigma
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| And who will tell me what the children are to blame
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| what are the children to blame
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| Who live so badly in the world
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| what are the children to blame
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| Who live so badly in the world
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| what are the children to blame
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| Who live so badly in the world
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| what are the children to blame
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| Who live so badly in the world
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| Full shelters full of tears
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| full of children awake at night
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| Hour like an hour remember the usual ****
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| Day after day flies
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| And often passing by the children we learn
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| Their offended humiliated
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| And abandoned to self-survival
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| And the views of tearing apart
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| Offended humiliated
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| And doomed to live on milking and self-repair
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| I'm getting mine.... |