Watch him as he strokes
Now he strokes my forehead
I see you go
Where are you at
From father to son
I'll carry you with me
Like a daughter who runs
I'll carry you with me
Who can talk
The interrupted lie
Will you show it to me
Who put the words in my mouth
It's better to be hurt than broken
In a thousand pieces
Who put the daughter in my belly
It's better to face it
Tell me how do I do

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