When he was just a little boy, He only had one favourite toy. And he had nothing on his mind, He never left anything behind. No.
As he got older, things got worse, Like he`d been born under a curse. Things started to fall apart, They weren`t like they were at the start. No, it`s like a civil war.
Growing up, It`s like a civil war. Don`t turn away, It`s something you can`t ignore. Growing up, It`s like a civil war.
And now that he was in his teens, He`d started to learn what life means. Problems were still appearing, They didn`t look like disappearing. No.
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