The Boy Who Died Playing Dead Lyrics by Flood of Red
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Hold on,
Take a look at this picture.
The gift of flowers,
The breathe was warm.

To leave a child,
Without a hope.
Look at your boy, he's growing older.
Take a look inside, he's growing smaller.
And his doors are being held against.
And there is no, no, no, for the (something).

But I'm not giving up.
I'll never give up.
Hold on,    Take a look at this picture.   The gift of flowers,   The breathe was warm.      To leave a child,   Without a hope.   Look at your boy, he's growing older.   Take a look inside, he's growing smaller.   And his doors are being held against.   And there is no, no, no, for the (something).      But I'm not giving up.   I'll never give up.