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Save the cold water falling Across this child’s legs His grant will open up to him And swallow his disgrace He will go down there and suffer He will suffer like a lamb His suffering is holy But his innocence is dead Yea, his innocence is dead Hacrene fire is falling Mistrial to his grave And he will wonder pointlessly When no memories are saved The history is buried Deep beneath the ground We have never burned with pain or joy And we’ve never blamed ourselves No, we’ve blamed ourselves We’ve never blamed ourselves No, we’ve blamed ourselves From Letras Mania