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And the little boy stared
Into the eyes of the night
Button collects price of his time
Little girl glared
Sheets of the denial
The bullet connects to the price of her crime
What have we said
Wasn't it their bed
What of our presence
Haven't we paid penance to the new guns
Now the little boy sees
Through the eyes of delight
Levers erect note of his rhyme
Little girl bled
Sheets of the night
The lovers connect to the price of his dime
What have we said
Wasn't it their bed
What of our presence
Haven't we paid penance to the new guns
To the new guns
What have we said
Wasn't it their bed
What of our presence
Haven't we paid penance
What have we said
Wasn't it their bed
What of our presence
Haven't we paid penance to the new guns
To the new guns, to the new
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