Hmmm... ah...
Hmmm... I, Amen... I, Amen...
All come to meet her
A broken heart would be lovely
Broken on the ground
A knife
Why do we
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How come you see me
With other
We'll run away
We're running away
Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna
("Grey")
Seems that every time I talk to you
You have something
If I'm good will you take me
Into your heart with
I found some other clothing
I need another to wear
I'm down
Little hands clapping
Children are laughing
Little hands clapping all over the
This time, this last time
This time, this last time
It's been
Weighted down by possessions
Weighted down by the gun
Waited down by
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