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Young life, too young, who's eyes are choking. |
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Can't rest, can't sleep for dreams that set you falling. |
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Don't feel the hunger. |
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Can't drink no holy water. |
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No light in these eyes. |
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No place for dreams at all tonight. |
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When the hand that rocks the cradle |
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Is the hand that holds the knife. |
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And the knife that cuts the cable |
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Is the spark that feeds the life. |
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No grave could be deep enough, down to hell if we were able. |
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The veil of life was pushed aside by the hand that rocks the cradle. |
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The oath you take is sacred, to save not steal the life. |
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Like the ending of the sweetest soul that looked through human eyes. |
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No grave could be deep enough, down to hell if we were able. |
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The veil of life was pushed aside by the hand that rocks the cradle yeah. |
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Young life, too young, whose eyes are choking. |
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Can't rest, can't sleep for dreams that set you falling. |
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Don't feel the hunger. |
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Can't drink no holy water. |
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No light in these eyes. |
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No place for dreams at all tonight. |
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Death. |
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yeath. |
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Ooh yeah. |
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It's the hand that rocks the cradle. |
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It's the hand that steals the life. |
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It's the hand that rocks the cradle. |
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It's the hand that steals the life. |
