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A little Manchild crawling |
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With his mother beside him |
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Conducting the innocence |
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Through the beginning |
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A little note for our hope |
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Not Ashes of our destruction |
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Finally trusting his blinded mind |
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Counting the days of his life |
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The little manchild turns into a man |
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And his mother is no longer there |
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To conduct his innocence |
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Through the beginning |
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A little note for our hope |
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Not Ashes of our destruction |
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Finally trusting his blinded mind |
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Counting the days of his life |
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So I sing this song |
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For the meaning of his life |
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So I play my life |
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Just how the song must be |
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Finally trusting his blinded mind |
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Counting the days of his life |
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Finally trusting his blinded mind |
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Counting the days of his life |
