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I can't tell you why your children are dying, but I can offer you my sympathy. And I can't show you where your children are buried, 'cause they're not. They're not buried anymore. You can shout it from the roof-tops, you'll be preaching to the choir. And you better get started on this funeral pyre. And I wish I could cry tears of blood but I can't, my body just isn't built that way. And I hope all this suffering amounts to one good fucking thing, but it won't, because we can't see that far. You can shout it from the roof-tops, you'll be preaching to the choir. And you better get started on this funeral pyre, and one day I will truly set myself on fire so you can see how dim my light is. So you can see how dim is my light From Letras Mania