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See cold water falling |
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Across this child's face |
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This ground will open up to him |
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And swallow his disgrace |
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He will go down there and suffer |
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Yeah he'll suffer like a lamb |
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Yeah his suffering is holy |
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But his innocence is damned |
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Yeah his innocence is damned |
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A cruel fire is calling |
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This child to his grave |
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Now he will wander pointlessly |
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Where no memories are saved |
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Now history is buried |
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Deep beneath the ground |
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No he never burned with pain or joy |
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And he'll never make a sound |
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No he'll never make a sound |
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No he'll never make a sound |
