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.... |