8.Gone
I know about the scars on your arm,
I know your baby wasn't born,
I know that your mom hates your dad,
I know that it fucked up your head!
Hang on： It's gone
It's the violence... buried away
You know you can share anything,
You know I'm listenin',
You know I'll kiss away the tears,
You know I understand your fears...
Hang on： It's gone
It's the violence, buried away
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