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There is a sound from the kitchen
And it's a sound he's heard a thousand times before
When he hears his mother crying
He runs away and hides inside his room
But there is no escaping
The anger in his fathers voice
And when the tears are falling
He falls down to his knees and prays
Just hold me and love me
Touch this child of love
And try your best to save this
Broken home
His little arms are black and blue
And there's a little cut right under his eye
Every night he lies awake
And from downstairs the fighting starts again
Have you forgot the reason
Why this little child was born?
Cause if you go on fighting
You'll destroy this family
Just hold him and love him
Touch this child of love
And try your best to save this
Broken home
Stop fighting, stop hurting
Try to...
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