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A Sadness Runs Through Him
People are puppets,
held together with string.
There's a beautiful sadness that runs through Him.
As he ask me to pray to the god he does not believe in.
Time and again, boys all race to be men:
Impatient they start, fearful they end.
But here was a man, mourning tomorrow.
He drank, to finally drown in his sorrow.
Oh, he could not brace up his tension,
he looked in the wrong place for redemption
Don't look at me with those eyes;
I tried to unheave the ties;
Turn back the time that drew him;
but he couldn't be saved.
A sadness runs through him
Don't... Don't ... Don't... Don't ...
Don't look at me with those eyes;
I tried to unheave the ties;
Turn back the time that drew him;
but he couldn't be saved.
A sadness runs through Him.
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