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When I was young,
I would always cry.
Mom, Dad, always fighting,
I guess, so was I.

I'd just close my eyes,
and try to fall asleep.
Oh, it was sad.
Now I see, how it's made me what I
am and feel today.

Now I see, what it does to them and
how we battle through each day.
Are you crying?
Do you feel alone?
Are you crying?

The pain is getting old.
A friend of mine used to live,
live next door.
Then his dad kicked him out.

Kid was bad, but nothing more.
He just closed his eyes,
and tried to fall asleep.
Oh, it was sad.

Now I see what it's made them,
What they are and feel today.
Now I see why it becomes the end,
As they battle through each day.

Are you crying?
Do you feel alone?
Are you crying?
The pain is getting old.

O holy rule has not seemed
to matter.

Shall we be forgiven?
Forgiven we shall be.
Are you crying?
Do you feel alone?
Are you crying?
The pain is getting old.

O holy rule, does not seem to matter.

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