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You are a sickly child |
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Without the strength |
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To meet the weight of this world |
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Where did we go wrong? |
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How did we go wrong? |
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What shall the solution be?it is not for me to say how |
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The sick shall meet |
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Their end yet they shalland they shall...and they shall let me take |
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The air from your lungs |
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That vapid poisonlet me be the finger on the trigger |
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Sick, sick childwhose ills no mothers love could ease |
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Let me be your sanctuary I am your refuge, |
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Look into my eyes,my child and realise |
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You are looking dowm the barrel of a gun |
