الكلمات
كلمات للدراسة
In the cold stone walls
House where the fleeting dead fall
A mother
Is crying
Outside
In the darkest of hours
Left with her perilous thoughts
They circle
To squeeze dry
Her soul
She said
Lord, imma' lose my baby
Lord, imma' lose my way
But if
Living means I'm dead here
Come hurry
And resurrect me
Aaaaahhhh.....
When the sun goes down
Into another night's arms
We're babies
In a scavenger's glimpse
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