Lovers
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Scratching, clawing, violence is boring Bleeding, crawling, no one saw it coming Blood spilled. Tear filled. No one saw it coming Who was first to lay hands on the other? Children screaming for their mother. Poor lovers, forced lovers Who was first to lay hands on the other? Children screaming for their father. Poor lovers Non of this is right ScreAm and fight Run and hide, run for your life
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- The Plastics