Rome wasn't built in a day
Children in me want to play
What's there to believe
If we all some day leave.
Oh, thee Lord, thou shalt not
Hide within nothing or less
And leave us to rot
'til we break from the stress.
Children in me want to play
What's there to believe
If we all some day leave.
Oh, thee Lord, thou shalt not
Hide within nothing or less
And leave us to rot
'til we break from the stress.
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