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Mother, what's left of you, should I give up? |
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Your kiss, my forehead, and it's a torture |
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What have they done to your heart? |
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(What have they done to your heart?) |
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Our dreams turned into plagues, the world's worst failure |
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I stand still, one step from credo |
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This generation couldn't control his own will |
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Mother, what's left of you, should I give up? |
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Your kiss, my forehead, and it's a torture |
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What have they done to your heart? |
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(What have they done to your heart?) |
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I'm digging my home, I'm digging my grave |
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I'm digging my home, I'm digging my grave |
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So don't you dare to leave me, I'll face this failure |
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I'll burn bright, no one will survive |
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This generation couldn't control his own will |
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Mother, what's left of you, should I give up? |
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Your kiss, my forehead, and it's a torture |
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What have they done to your heart? |
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(What have they done to your heart?) |
