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Just a child Stuffed with rage that can't be treat Rage so blind Blind like sound, the sound of speak A passer-by Take that dad and now you're 'it' Now the fright Tiny hands and silent feet Just a child Stuffed with rage that can't be treat Love so blind Blind's a lovely cut of meek Now the fright Watch the starved newspapers feast Now the why Why's a high-priced cut of meat As the cycle repeat and the shadows align You know he'd take your place if you asked him to From Letras Mania