The murderer childhood (vocals)

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© marmotte
There’s a child on the road walking alone
There’s a child on the road far from home
The holes on the soles of his shoes tell the distance
He ain’t nothing to lose but silence
There’s a child on the road holdin’ no hand
There’s a child on the road beginning the end

The color of his eyes – look at the color of his eyes
Is no disguise when he cries
Who’s gonna teach him sympathy
Who’ll ever rock him when he… gets angry

Hope he sometimes say ‘mama can I have more’
Hope he sometimes say ‘papa what is this for’
What if you can’t say ‘brother let’s go outside’
It means you’ve got a place somewhere to be inside

As long as he looks like a bird – sweet little bird
Travelling the world – fallen angel
Pure and docile – weak and fragile
There’s a chil