When my family thinks
that I'm safe in my bed
From night until morning
I am stretched at your head
Calling out the air
With tears hot and wild
My grief for the boy
that I love as a child
that I'm safe in my bed
From night until morning
I am stretched at your head
Calling out the air
With tears hot and wild
My grief for the boy
that I love as a child
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