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I make it each day With the help of the good lord, but laid my (?) I comb the streets Looking for a way to feed Hell came and away Of a war and a child That never returned That never returned We raise our hands and pray Les invisibles We hold our heads in shame Les invisibles And as my weathered hands scrapped and coloured With years of pain of the brokenhearted Frame their plates of whitened bone You take no note of your one presenter Would you like to know what I'd done for dinner And I've my outlived my boy Just to serve it to you You have waged this war The rich wage wars The rich take more Letras de cancionesWe raise our hands and pray Les invisibles We hold our heads in shame Les invisibles We raise our hands and pray Les invisibles We hold our heads in shame Les invisibles We raise our hands and pray Les invisibles We hold our heads in shame Les invisibles From Letras Mania