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Waxen nun in her bed"I had to do it!" She said.If you let a childbe a child, you ain'tdoin' her no favors in the end.Which brings us to her portraitthe photographof the orphan they rippedin halfand left what was leftin the forest a hellfor which there isno nameMost love comes aroundsecond handIt's a strange age better taketake what you can andmaybe you've been orphanedunforgiveably - if so, i bet you knowof some traditional wretch you leftto catch her death out in the snowso -Unhappy child!flash me yourSongtexterottweiler smiledon't let nomodern kind of love bring you downthere's plenty ofdecent tail in this townDid you grow up in a trailer parkDid you grow upin an immaculate and humorless placewhere the holy spirit, when you came crawling inturned away from his faceThere are some parents. whosechildren long for divorce -now that you've buried your headin this time, wheredust sharp and finerises from the mouthof the diamond minewhere hungry pickaxes tear at the rindand cut men up from the insideOh gun toting urchinwhat do you need?Of it's nothinshe ain't cominback to meMarrow knowing orphanwhat can i bring?Oh it's nothingHe already tookeverything. Aus Songtexte Mania