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Another murder, so many murders... |
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Grey rain falls on bloody chests, a child suffers, he'll not hear again - "I love you son". |
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How to explain that? |
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It's impossible to erase the moment that will mark a life, the color of emptiness. |
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The waves break against the weakest and the meerschaum takes away the pieces. |
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It rains on bloody backs, a mother pains, her son tortured, she loves her son. |
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Why come to that? |
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Both heads of the coins are only one, it's affliction. |
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Breathening the salty scent of the breeze, |
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I'd like the meerschaum to bring the pieces, the waves break against the weakest, and the meerschaum takes away pieces. |
