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We are the children you reject and disregard.
These aching crie comes from the bottom of our hearts.
You can't soon us down, we are your flesh and blood.
And we don't disappear just because your eyes are shut,
so tell me;
Love, loss,
like a bullets path.
Tear, through,
the cavity of my chest.
Lights, out,
Because the fuse has blown.
These aching crie comes from the bottom of our hearts.
You can't soon us down, we are your flesh and blood.
And we don't disappear just because your eyes are shut,
so tell me;
Love, loss,
like a bullets path.
Tear, through,
the cavity of my chest.
Lights, out,
Because the fuse has blown.
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