I steal a look between the blinds
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I unwind
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she sleeps in comfort in my arms
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She is plain but she is mine
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Our child is silent but awake
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I run my hands through his hair
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I teach him manners and how to stick up
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For himself when things get bad
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I tell him son never through the first punch
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And If you must fight, make it clean
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SHIOLA, SHIOLA, will all be forgiven?
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SHIOLA, SHIOLA, Am I strong enough to start again alone?
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The taste of home is filling up my mouth
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Is it wrong to love a family of ghost
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Her door is open the windows are all up
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She says "come inside"
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I live alone more or less
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I summon, child and happiness
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Build them up from the dirt and clay
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I have to believe that all will be forgiven
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SHIOLA, SHIOLA, will all be forgiven?
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SHIOLA, SHIOLA, am I strong enough to start again alone?
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SHIOLA, SHIOLA, my heart is overflowing
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SHIOLA, SHIOLA, with love and anger coiled into one
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They take and take
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But never get their fill
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I try and try
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But fail against my will
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I wait and wait for that hand to sweep me up
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And take me down that road
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Shiola
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| Murder By Death |
