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Babys had an accident |
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and moms too scared tell |
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short of breath, shes choking on her tears |
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holds onto a pewter cross that saves us from a hell |
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that father says is far more worse than here |
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well, im here |
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Maybe im lost |
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maybe im sheltered |
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what if theres hope down here |
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under the clouds, where i can hide |
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from you |
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babys had an accident |
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in truth our privacy |
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never found its way out through the cracks |
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but seeks a place of refuge we can hardly afford |
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oh, save us from this hell |
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Maybe im lost |
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maybe im sheltered |
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what if theres hope down here |
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under the clouds, where i can hide |
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from you |
