Bellafea
Family Tree
Oh, fatherYour thick handsAre no matchFor my quick legsOh, motherYour sweet gospelWill never saveWhat is happening hereThis house is just a frameHolding togetherThese sirens and the snakesAll the loversEventually leaveBut the boy who sleeps on the floorOn the floor beneath usNever hears a thingAll the holes punchedAll the fistsAll the secrets stored between boardsAll of itAll the holes punchedAll the fistsSongtexteAll the bridges we burned to get hereAll of itAll the holes punchedAll the fistsAll the secrets stored between boardsAll of itAll the holes punchedAll the fistsAll the bridges we burned to get hereAll of it
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