A cry for help - a hint of anaesthesia
The sound from broken homes - we used to always meet here
I watched all hell break loose, confined and unprepared
Is this what life's about? Is this the dream we share?
Can you help me? Can you spare some time?
No apologies for all these thoughts of mine
I hope to find some friends to maybe lead astray
To wake his daughter's sleep - to turn his father grey
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