If this is war than hide
Cause I still have my pride.
Lean over me my darling
I'll tear off your earing.
Grieve to me my child
And start to dream a while
Pieces of your soul are torn
Before you're even born.
Cause I still have my pride.
Lean over me my darling
I'll tear off your earing.
Grieve to me my child
And start to dream a while
Pieces of your soul are torn
Before you're even born.
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