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Bring back that child she said spare me the price of freedom Cold is my baby's head blown by the wind of reason Even the rage behind cries out to see we're still standing Under the closing edge pay for the crime of feeling When all your pride is dead you must be scared instead A quiet word is my proposition a promise made on a fierce day A body bleeds for this coalition without surrender if you stay Show me my youth she cried wasted for desolation Hold up the sacrafice pull down your institution Resting while anger flies question's the same who's deciding After the clouds have lain shame on your generation When all your guilt lies dead you must be scared instead A quiet word is my propostion a promise made on a fierce day A body bleeds for this coaltion without surrender if you stay When all your pain lies dead you must be scared instead A quiet word is my proposition a promise made on a fierce day A body bleeds for this coalition without surrender if you'll stay A quiet word is my proposition a promise made on a fierece day A body bleeds for this coalition without surrender if you'll stay Proposition From Letras Mania