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I've been considered a girl all my lifesweet little child with nothing on my mindYou always told me I couldn't understandRemember this day cause, this is your lastDamn' Ninety TwoCome up with something to make me understandThey'll think of something but nothing on their mindsThe sweet little child that you once tried to hideSlaughtered the whole town, go on and hideDamn' Ninety Twokilling is fixed, no soul is aliveLucky the ones that came after thatWill know my vengeance was all worth whileThink of it now, not quite a sweet child. Aus Songtexte Mania