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Little boy, thin and small. |
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Never had a friend, always on his own. |
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Other children bite and kick him. |
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Beat and rape him. |
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Cut and slash his face. |
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Scratch his innards with blades. |
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Make him eat his own liver. |
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Even read his mail. |
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Poor creature, sad and lost. |
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Flies lay in his nose when he sleeps at night. |
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Rabid neighbours bite and kick him. |
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Beat and rape him. |
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Pierce his eyes with nails throw his ears to the sea. |
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Stick some cheese deep in his ass. |
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Make it eat by a thousand mice. |
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All this for one good reason: |
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the boy's got something, really different. |
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The boy's got something that's not the same. |
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He's got the stuff that makes the different. |
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And people hate it, it's just a shame. |
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He's dressed like Pazuzu. |
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Not in pink and blue. |
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Dressed like Pazuzu. |
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Pauvre petit chouchou. |
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Not in pink and blue. |
