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Comes a little boy right through the door.
It's gonna be another fighting night,
and he knows.
His daddy's drinking once again,
a bottle flies through the air,
one goal.
But I don't care at all.
The bottle crashes on his head,
the child falls on the ground, oh no.
What the hell is going on,
there's no thinking in his mind,
in his mind.
These are the things, this is my life,
the problems I have lived through.
These are the facts, this is my nightmare,
the dreams that I have lived through,
till today.
The boy stands up,
lucky he's alive,
but never the same.
A revolution starts in his mind,
will he rise or will he fall?
I know, I know.
